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linalilia · 1 year

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[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 003: ishizu shun!

ohhh he is so pathetic. i'm not even sure if i mean it in an affectionate way or like. i really do think he's pathetic.

(also yes i accidentally named two of my ocs after the canon prisoners' vas and at first i panicked and tried to think of something different, but i decided to keep these names, because it's kinda funny, especially because this boy's personality reminds me of haruka a lot and. well. prisoner 002 is not like kotoko AT ALL)

also i did mention that these guys have "canon verdicts" but i'd love to see what you guys think about him, because i really don't know if he would be voted innocent or guilty, haha. honestly most of my ocs would be voted guilty. it's okay they deserve it

(prisoner 001's profile)

(prisoner 002's profile)

Warning: mentions of derealization, an unhealthy relationship dynamic and questionable coping mechanisms.

General info:

Name: Ishizu Shun (石津俊) (kanjis in his last name mean "stone" and "harbor" and kanji in his first name means "talented")

Age: 24 y/o

Gender: Male

Status: Prisoner 003

Birthday: July 13 (Cancer)

Height: 185 cm (i know he doesn't look like it but. he really is tall)

Blood type: O

Image color: #ECD4FF

Occupation: Fast food worker

Personality: Shun is one of the weirdest prisoners here. At first he just seems like someone who's very shy, has low self-confidence and gets scared easily, but when you get to know him better, you realize that this guy's brain works in a very strange way. Shun forgets things very easily, if he screams and you ask him what scared him so much, he will most likely just go ".. I don't remember". He also often feels like nothing around him is real and he often asks other prisoners or guards if they really are in Milgram right now or he's just dreaming. He looks lost and confused most of the time and he often ends up in very awkward situations. He's even more clumsy than Prisoner 002 and it's hard for him to see because of his hair, however, he still refuses to get a haircut for some reason. He refuses to do anything that might help him get better, like taking care of himself or even simply watching where he's going. It also should be mentioned that he doesn't remember only the things that made him feel bad in some way, for example, something that scared him or made him cry. If something makes him smile or laugh, he will still remember it well. He also often says the most random things in the middle of a conversation and even though at first some prisoners thought that he's just not good at paying attention, they later found out that he can perfectly understand what others are talking about, but he will still talk about something else instead.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: Throw Down. I also thought about Half but you see.. the Throw Down visuals fit his crime better :) And This Is How To Be In Love You is way too cheerful for someone like him, haha.

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: Dilemma.

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: OHHHH I KNOW WHICH SONG I WANT HIM TO COVER but it perfectly describes his entire crime so.. I feel like it would work better as a Trial 2 (or even Trial 3) song. So for this trial I'll go with Karakuri Pierrot by 40meterP! Come on, boy, sing a sad love song for us.

His MV description: His MV would most likely have colors like dark shades of green, teal and blue, but it also would slowly start becoming more and more glitchy, so it would also have colors like bright red or purple. His MV would also look.. kind of weird, it's supposed to make the viewer feel anxious and feel like nothing in this video is real and Shun actually never did anything like this.

In the beginning, his MV would feel like the viewer is watching him through the cameras and we're supposed to observe him. We can see Shun checking his calendar and getting excited. He leaves the room and now he's in the kitchen and we're watching him through a different camera. It looks like he's trying to bake a cake, but he has no idea what to do, so he tries to look up something on his phone. However, for some reason he gets distracted and we can see him standing there and just scrolling, while his eyes become more and more empty. When he's done, he looks like he's about to cry, but then the POV changes and we're no longer watching him through the cameras, we see everything from Shun's perspective. We can see a bright red error message appearing right in front of him and if you look closer, you can notice it saying "Get back to work. Everything is fine" in a smaller font.

He keeps trying to bake a cake and he's slowly getting better at it, but he still gets distracted while doing it. We go back to watching him and we can see him looking at his ceiling, checking his phone every five seconds and going back to his room to check the closet for some reason and when he does so, he smiles and waves at.. someone hiding in there, maybe? More and more error messages keep appearing in front of him and they all say things like "None of this has ever happened" or "You have no reason to worry about this". The video starts becoming more glitchy and we can notice some things looking more blurry. For example, we can see Shun texting someone, but we can't see their name and their replies to his texts. However, we can still see Shun's messages. "I still want to spend this day with you though." "I know that we're no longer dating, but.." "I thought that maybe you can come and visit me today?" "You know.. we can just hang out as friends! I won't ask you to come back to me, I promise." Shun also has a lot of photos in his room, but all of them look extremely blurry.

When Shun is finally done with the cake, it doesn't look that great, but it's clear that he worked hard on it. He looks proud and right when he leaves the kitchen while holding a cake, he looks very happy at first, but then for some reason he ends up looking.. disappointed. Turns out that he has not one, but two guests and we can't even see one of them because of a huge error message. We can definitely see another guest though and he looks like a tall attractive dark-haired man who's holding another person's hand. But judging from his face expression, he doesn't look like the nicest person. Shun panics and he doesn't know what to do and suddenly everything around him becomes red and you can see exclamation marks everywhere and messages that say "Something is wrong, but don't worry about it". For a second you can see one of the messages saying "YOU are wrong, but don't worry about it". Everything goes black for a moment and the song stops playing as well. After that, the POV changes again and now we see everything from Shun's "error" guest perspective. He is smiling and eating a cake that he made and right when the guest looks at their boyfriend who's lying on the floor, Shun comes closer to them and closes something that looks like closet doors while still smiling. We can't see anything after that and the MV ends.

His Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Um.. wait, d-do I have to introduce myself? I.. uh.. m-my name is Ishizu Shun, I guess.. Listen, I really d-don't think I should be here. I didn't do anything wrong, I swear! I just wanted to protect the person I love, that's all! I'm sure she misses me a lot too.."

"Oh.. so she forgot about our anniversary.." *sighs* "I just.. I wish she cared about me as much as I care about her."

Trivia.

He really wants to be voted innocent and the thought of getting voted guilty terrifies him.

He claims that he didn't commit any other crimes except murder but one of the guards doesn't believe him because he thinks this guy is way too suspicious.

He's surprisingly close with Prisoner 005, even though their personalities are so different. Prisoner 005 tries to help him open up and he also asked one of the guards to bring him a notebook so that he can give it to Shun as a gift. He thought that Shun would find that notebook useful because he can write down everything that happened during a day there so that he won't forget anything later.. but Shun also forgot that he has to write in that notebook.

Shun isn't really close with any other prisoners except Prisoner 005, however, Prisoner 006 is also very interested in him and she mentioned that if it wasn't for him having a girlfriend, she would definitely date him. He doesn't know how to feel about that though.

Shun's hair is dyed and his real hair color is dark purple. He dyed it before he got a girlfriend and he hoped that women will find him more attractive and interesting after that.

Nobody knows what Shun's eyes really look like because of his hairstyle, except one of the prisoners and they said that his eyes are completely empty and it actually makes him look like he's already dead. They think it's cute though.

One of the guards thinks that Shun intentionally forces himself to forget about the things he doesn't want to remember and that's how he copes with his stress. And considering how anxious he always is, that explains why his memory is so bad, literally anything can make him feel stressed and he just forgets about everything so that he doesn't have to worry about it.. or maybe he just pretends to forget things. Who knows. Maybe he really is smarter than he looks like.

#this one. this is one of the most insane prisoners here #tbh his crime is one of my favorites because the crime itself is simple but the events that made shun commit it..#but hey. it's not like i'm saying you shouldn't trust him haha <3 #but just a reminder that these guys' mvs show their crimes the way they personally saw it #his mv is my favorite one so far too #milgram #milgram oc #linagram

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workofheart · 3 years

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jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you.

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :(

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein fanfic #jean x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein hcs #jean kirstein headcanons #aot hcs #aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot fluff #jean kirstein smut

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yutahoes · 3 years

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3Bs Project #1: (Biyoushi)

3Bs are known as the three male professions that women should avoid to date in Japan: a biyoushi (hairstylist), a band member, and a bartender.

pairing : hairstylist! Yuta Nakamoto x homebody! Reader

word count : 3.3k words

genre : angst, fluff, a little crack because of Ten

summary : Your bestfriend dragged you to a hair salon because of a blind date. Who would have known that you’ll fall for the hairstylist?

taglist: @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @readers-posts @ytzvivi @onefoureightfive

This is supposed to to be one of the fics I write the Spring Fling event from one NCT network but things happened at home that I can’t write anything. I also feel bad for not posting any scenarios these past few days so please accept this apology even if it’s late.

"I don't want to."

"Y/N, you needed this." Your bestfriend, Ten, sighed. "All you do is stay in your room all day. You need to go out, have a life."

You rolled your eyes at that. You're happy staying inside your room, the scent of coffee and old page books tingling your senses. The life that you're comfortable with. "When was the last time you went on a date with someone?"

"I'm not interested."

"I didn't say anything." You stared at him, eyebrows raised. You knew him like the back of your hand, it must be another guy he's setting you up with. "Okay okay, but he's nice. You'll be a great match." You shook your head at that.

The last time he introduced you to his friend, you became the mess you are today. "Come on, please. I told him that I'm introducing him to someone, please save me."

"Don't you have any female friends?"

"You're my favorite." You had to smile at that. You knew Ten wouldn't harm you, even apologizing profusely for what his friend did to you. "Please, Y/N."

You breathed heavily then nodded. Here goes nothing.

Ten suggested that you should do something about yourself first. You had taken decent baths, what does he mean by that? "When was the last time you had a salon appointment?" He asked, holding your hair. You shrugged, you haven't really thought about it. "This won't do. Let's get you a haircut."

That's honestly not bad so you went with him to this hair salon owned by his friend. The interior was really pretty, a seemingly calming place. Maybe you'll get your salon appointments here from now on. Your friend talked to someone inside the salon and you waited, sitting on the couch. All this trouble because of a blind date. Ten might be introducing you to some hotshot.

The curtains opened as your friend called you inside, gesturing to a chair for you to sit. "I already talked to Yuta about what to do to you. Just trust him." Should you? You cannot trust Ten but you feel bad that he's doing this much for you.

A guy your age, with shiny black hair, went out of the other side of the curtain with hairdressing tools on a cart. You thought Yuta is a girl, surprised he is a guy. He's going to do your hair? "Yuta, this is Y/N. Baby, this is Yuta. He styles my hair and he's amazing in his job." The other man smiled warmly and you have to note that he looks handsome. "I'll leave you to him. I have to get you some clothes."

You called for your friend's name but he was already out of the curtain you went in earlier. You sighed then sat up properly when the guy pushed the cart with tools beside you. "Hi." he greeted, sitting on a stool behind you. Your eyes met on the mirror in front and you gave him a timid smile. "A blind date?"

You nodded. How did he know that? Did Ten tell him? "We have to charm the guy you're going to see, don't we?" Again, you nodded with a smile. "What style do you want with your hair?"

"I'm honestly not sure." You whispered, realizing that you must have thought about this before going here. "Is it rude if I ask you to just do what you want with my hair?" He chuckled before shaking his head. "You can cut it or even color it."

He held your hair and you felt yourself tingle at the gentleness of his touch. "Your hair feels silky. I want to color it but we don't have time." He mumbled, "I'll just layer your hair and do some curls." You nodded, it's his craft and he knows what he's doing.

Ten was right, you just have to trust him.

His hands felt light in your hair, the sound of the scissors occupying the silence along with the faint music from the radio. You saw how your hair changed drastically in every snip and when he styled your hair using the curling iron, you only gasped. You look different and it's just a simple haircut.

"Wow, you look…" Ten gasped as Yuta removed the black cloth covering your body from the hair he cut. "That's some real magic, Yuta."

He shook his head, staring at you. "She's pretty, to begin with." You felt a blush on your cheeks as he said those words. He stood in front of you, twirling a curled hair. "If your date goes well, would you like to color your hair pink? It will look nice."

You nodded, wanting to color your hair instead of the date to go well.

Damn it. You don't even want to go on a date but now, you want this date to go well so you can color your hair and meet the hairstylist again.

So you listened patiently to this hotshot guy, that is supposed to be Ten's friend, yap about his trip abroad and that you should go out of the country to live your life. All night, he kept on saying things about himself not even bothering to ask you a question. He even ordered cheesecake for you, which you do not even like, wanting the carrot cake. Instead of driving you home with his Maserati, he asked you to take a cab.

And then he ghosted you. No message, no call. Nothing. You kind of expected it but maybe, you aren't meant to date someone.

You ruffled your hair in annoyance, a strand of hair falling in front of your face. Maybe you should reinvent yourself. Try again. Be a rebel. Live your life.

You'll color your hair pink.

You don't even know how to ask Ten about the hair salon's number to get an appointment so you just went to the said salon and hoped that it isn't that busy. That Yuta is there to help you.

A young man was in the reception, asking you what you need and if you have an appointment. "No, I don't." You answered then smiled. "I'll just come back…"

The curtains opened and Yuta came out with an older woman next to him. He gave you a smile before facing the woman who held his shoulder, sliding a hand down on his arm. "Thank you, darling. I'll see you soon." Yuta thanked her and she took some cash from her purse to pay, even giving Yuta some more cash that surprised you. That's a huge tip. Is Yuta just a hairstylist?

"You're back," he said when the older woman left the shop and you nodded. "You're finally coloring your hair?" You nodded. "It will take some time though, do you have anything else to do after?"

"No. But I haven't had an appointment so…"

"It's fine. We're closing anyway." It makes you feel bad. He's staying extra hours just for you. "Haechan, you can go first. Just close the door when you leave, I'll lock up after this."

The younger nodded. "Hyung, there are CCTVs here. Just a reminder."

"I know, you punk." He said before turning to you, "Shall we?" Shall you? Why are you suddenly nervous? He told you to sit on the chair facing the mirrors. "So, pink?" You hummed in response.

"I can just go back tomorrow if you want."

"You're already here. And please, just tonight, can you save me from loneliness?" Your eyes widened at that. What? "No, that sounded wrong." He said with a giggle. "I just don't want to go home early to an empty apartment."

So he lives alone? No wife? No girlfriend? But of course, you cannot ask that. It would be weird.

Yuta sat on the stool behind you, mixing something from a plastic bowl. "So the date went well?"

You sighed then shook your head. Why does he have to remind you of that? He put some chemical in your hair, "What happened?" He's curious? Even Ten didn't ask you what happened. "If you're comfortable telling me." But then, maybe he can tell you what's wrong with you. He's a guy after all.

So you told him about what happened, that he's a nice guy but he seemed so high for you. He's so accomplished that you feel like a potato next to him. "Did he call you?" You shook your head then stopped, apologizing for your action. "He's a jerk. If he doesn't like you, he should say something. Not make you wait. That's such a dick move."

You giggled. Why is he so angry? "I hope you don't feel bad about yourself. You deserve more than that stupid excuse for a guy." Again, you laughed. He had his way with words. He might be a ladies' man.

"I'm done with the dating thing." You mumbled. "It's more fun to stay at home."

"Then your pink hair will be useless."

It was one of the decisions that you didn't regret. Yuta was right, the pink hair does look good. It doesn't look awkward than what you imagined and you thanked him repeatedly for the new look. He shook his head, pushing the loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "It suits you because you're pretty."

Damn, why is he like this? You could feel your heartbeat wilding in your chest. "It's late. I'll walk you home." Your eyes widened in surprise. He'll walk you home? He started fixing the things he used while you think of something, anything just to not let him walk you home.

"You don't have to walk me home. I'll just take the bus."

"Then let me just walk you to the bus stop." You nodded, waiting for him and seated on the couch by the reception. It is truly dark, did it really take a long time for her hair to turn pink? When you heard the light switch gets turned off, you stood up and Yuta went out from the other side of the curtain wearing a different shirt, a faint smell of musky cologne hitting your nose. "Let's go."

You nodded then followed him to the door which he opened for you. The walk was kind of short but you were thankful that he's gentleman enough to walk to the dangerous side of the road. "How many stops before you get home?"

"Five stops then a little walk."

Yuta nodded, thinking deeply. "An hour tops." He whispered that made you look at him. He took out his phone, handing it to you. "Put your number in, I'll message you." This is weird. "If you're not home after an hour, I'll call the cops." You giggle at that, handing back his phone which had your number in. He called your number and it vibrated on your pocket, "Or message me if you got home."

The bus is approaching yet you don't want to leave. Yuta is so charming, it's crazy. You like talking to him. "Thank you, Yuta." You said while standing up, watching as the bus opened the doors.

"Take care, Y/N." He said in the softest yet audible voice possible.

It was when you sat on the bus when you realized things. He makes your heart flutter. He's such a gentleman. And he listens to you. You like a guy like him.

You like him.

You saw your reflection from the dark window amidst the city lights. This is just you. You'll never be enough for him. He's perfect. You shouldn't keep your hopes up. You saw a strand of pink hair on your shoulder and gasp, you didn't even pay him. Quickly, you typed in a message apologizing that you forgot to pay him or give him a tip and even saying that you'll just send the payment online or tomorrow.

A reply came quickly, 'It's fine. Thank you for letting me play on your hair.'

You giggled. Play? The color is really pretty and it’s just playing for him? He is amazing. 'I'm sorry. I'll pay you, I promise.'

'No worries, Y/N.' Another one, 'But can you not give up on dating yet? Go on dates, make boys cry. You deserve it.'

Go on dates? He wanted you to go meet other guys? And you thought there's something special between the two of you. Maybe it's just you.

Why is this more heartbreaking than that guy from the blind date not calling you back?

'I will. Thank you again, Yuta.' You closed your phone, sighing hard.

You do like him.

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"Y/N, wakey wakey." Ten sang, opening the door of your room and you covered your head with the blanket. "Oh, you colored your hair pink. It looks good." He complimented, sitting on your bed.

You groaned. It's still early. "It's been two days."

"And your phone is unreachable." He grabbed your phone from the bedside table, opening it to reveal endless pings and missed calls. "Yuta? The hairstylist Yuta? Yuta Nakamoto?" You didn't know that Yuta is Japanese, he's so fluent in the language. And why is Ten reacting like that? Your phone vibrated, followed by a ringtone for calls. "Yuta is calling."

But before you could get your phone, Ten already clicked the phone and from the speaker, you can hear the worry in Yuta's voice. "God, Y/N. What happened to you? Are you kidnapped or something? Hey, can you answer? Should I call the police?"

Ten gave you a knowing look but you just shook your head. "Hi, Yuta." He greeted and the said guy stopped then asked who it was. "It's Ten." You heard a breath of relief on the other line. Why is he shaking you like this? "Y/N?" You don't want to talk to him yet so you gestured for Ten to cut off the call by moving your finger across your neck. "She's dead."

"What?" You slapped Ten's arm before getting the phone from him, transferring it to handset mode. "What do you mean she's dead? Ten!" Why does he sound so angry?

"Yuta." You called and he stopped. "It's Y/N. Ten is just being stupid." The other guy rolled his eyes at that.

"Hey." There was a softness in his voice when he said that word. "I was worried. What happened?"

I like you. And it doesn't seem like you like me too. So I have to guard my heart, that's what happened. "I got sick. Sorry."

"Are you feeling any better now? Do you want anything?" Your stomach felt sick at that, like little butterflies fluttering their wings inside you. Why is he like this? "You should rest. I'm sorry for calling you, I'm just worried."

"Thank you." You don't want to say anything. You might blow your cover. And before he could say anything else, you dropped the call. You lie on your bed once again, covering yourself with a blanket. Why does this have to happen to you? You were having a quiet life. Now, he's shaking you up like this.

Ten pulled the blanket away from you. "You like him, don't you?" You nodded, tears springing from your eyes. He doesn't seem like he likes you too. You told him about the older woman while sobbing in his arms and how he listens to you. How your heart misbehaves when he's near and how you can feel the butterflies inside you because of his voice. "They were right when they said that it's hard to date a hairstylist. They usually have female customers but it's their job." He explained and you nodded. "Should I ask Yuta? I'm going to the salon today anyways."

You shook your head. This your own feelings, you can take care of it. "But can you just send him my payment for the hair color?"

"You didn't even pay for it?"

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It's been days since the last call from Yuta and every time you can see the pink strand of your hair, you can't help but wonder what he is doing. Is he also thinking about you? You sighed, that was a stupid question. Of course not. Why would he?

And it's frustrating to know that you were heartbroken by a guy who was never yours in the first place. More reasons to stop yourself from dating.

You saw your phone blinked, a message from Ten 'Come to Moon Cafe, 2 pm.'

You rolled your eyes, another blind date. 'Please Y/N. I'll stop if he's not the right guy for you.' Why is he so sure of this?

'And he's begging me to have this date with you.' What? He was the one who wanted to date you?

You were hopeful. Maybe this is it. But damn it, this can lead to another heartbreak.

You were curious. Who is this guy? The waitress welcomed you, asking for a reservation and you said your name, "Your date is here." Already? Your hands were sweating as you followed her to the table where your date is. A mop of black hair is all you can see before you stop in front of a table.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Yuta. "Hi." he greeted, standing immediately. The waitress said that she'll be back with the menu as he slid the chair for you to sit on.

"Wait. You?" You asked when he sat opposite you, napkins in front of him.

He nodded then handed you the paper bouquet made from the napkins. "I didn't know if you liked flowers so this is safer. I'll just buy you one later if you want." You shook your head. This is cute. He sighed, a heavy breath as if relieving some nerves. "I'm sorry. I kinda asked Ten for help just to see you."

So this isn't a date. Maybe he's just worried about you. You were right, this can lead to a heartbreak. But you're happy that it was still Yuta. "I like talking to you, Y/N." You stared at him in surprise. What? "I like hearing your stories, especially your voice." Is this some kind of a fever dream? "And I deeply regret that I didn't get to walk you home that night. I mean, I don't have a fancy car but I really want to spend time with you."

You gasped. Is this all true? Yuta is saying those words to you? "But please, don't be burdened. This is just my feelings, I can take care of it." You were thankful for the waitress bringing in the menu that you hid your face with the object, promising to kill Ten the next time you see each other. "Y/N, what do you want?" He's asking you what you want?

"The cheesecakes are our…"

Yuta shook his head, "She doesn't like cheesecakes." He listens.

A smile crept on your lips as you told the waitress that you wanted the strawberry cake. Yuta ordered a carrot cake, the cake that you were craving back at the blind date. He's listening. The guy gave you a warm awkward smile when the waitress left the table, "I like your hair."

Weird. You just let your hair down today. If you just knew that you're going on a date with a hairstylist, you should have paid more attention to how you look. You smiled, leaning closer to the table. He was right, you should go on dates. "Then, Yuta, can I make you cry?"

He smiled, nodding at you. "If that's what you want, I won't stop you."

"I like you too, Yuta."

Once again, he smiled. The smile that made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. The smile that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The smile that makes you weak in your knees.

Damn it! You're in love. You're going to marry this guy.

This is definitely the last time Ten introduces you to someone.

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ASMR - Chapter 6

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here, chapter 3 here, chapter 4 here and chapter 5 here.

Read this fic on AO3

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When Friday was just around the corner, Azriel was a nervous mess.

He had cleaned his apartment twice, which he understood was a weird thing to do since she wasn’t even coming to his house. He had tried on every item of clothing in his wardrobe. He had googled ‘conversation topics first date’ and written a few down on his phone. He had even gotten a haircut.

He hadn’t been able to sleep at all that week. It felt weird to look at her videos when he had met her and talked to her. It felt like an invasion of privacy, even though it wasn’t. The videos were on the internet for everyone to see, yet Azriel couldn’t bring himself to watch her videos. So he didn’t sleep.

The day before the date, Azriel had decided to get her flowers. But when he stood in a flower shop and the person behind the register asked what kind of flowers he wanted, he just walked out of there. He had no idea what kind of flowers to give to a florist. He knew that certain flowers had certain meanings, and even though he had no idea what any flower meant, a florist probably knew. What if he bought flowers that said ‘I hate you’ or ‘happy funeral’?

Azriel couldn’t risk it, so he bought some chocolate instead. All women like chocolate, right?

But when he came home, his mind did that thing it always did when he was sleep-deprived: it questioned his every decision. What if Elain is lactose intolerant? What if she’s vegan? What if she is the only person on planet earth who hates chocolate? What if the different flavors of chocolate have meaning, just like flowers? Maybe you bought some sort of ‘happy funeral-chocolate’?

In an attempt to get these intrusive thoughts out of his mind, he went to the gym. He worked out for two hours, which was a bit excessive. The gym played shitty gym-music and every single person made weird sounds. It was the perfect distraction. For now.

Azriel hoped that his workout would help with his insomnia, too. He hoped that if he lifted enough weights and ran a few more miles than usual, perhaps he would be able to sleep. It had never worked before, but, as his mother used to say; “hope is the last thing that leaves you.”

However, after tossing and turning for three hours, he could safely say that the workout had done nothing to help him sleep. He couldn’t understand how a person could be so fucking tired, but still unable to sleep. He was almost going a bit crazy at this point. For the past weeks, Azriel had gotten used to falling asleep to Flower Girl ASMR’s videos. He had gotten used to her sweet voice rocking him to sleep. The insomnia was almost worse now that he knew how good it felt to have a decent night’s sleep.

Azriel looked at his phone. It was almost 02.30 in the morning. Fuck, he muttered to himself. He really didn’t want to be a tired mess on the date tomorrow. He had to put his best foot forward, and he knew he couldn’t do that if he hadn’t slept well for almost a week.

Maybe he should just watch one of her videos? She would obviously never know.

After debating with himself for a few minutes, he decided that Elain deserved to meet a well-rested Azriel, so he opened the YouTube app and found her latest video.

Azriel held his breath as her face filled his screen. God, she was lovely. Her smile could light up the darkest of nights, and her sweet voice was like a calming balm for his soul.

He put the phone in his chest and just listened. Slowly and gently, her whispers lulled him to sleep.

Azriel woke up relaxed, but nervous. He only had a half-day at work because Rhys had decided to send everyone home early today to celebrate that Feyre was pregnant. He was taking her on a spa weekend. She was only a few weeks pregnant, but Azriel knew that she would be the most pampered woman in the world during this pregnancy. This weekend was just the beginning. If she suddenly got a craving for pickle smoothies with whipped cream and sprinkles, Rhys would 100% make her one every day. And that is saying something since this man almost threw up every time someone opened a pickle jar in his vicinity.

“Any cool plans tonight, Az?” Cassian asked as he started to pack up his belongings.

Azriel wanted to tell him about the date. He wanted to share the nervousness with someone - anyone. But he couldn’t. Cass knew who she was. Nesta had known her since college. If this didn’t go well, Azriel would never hear the end of it. So he lied.

“No, nothing special. You?”

“I was going to take Nesta out for a date to celebrate that it has been four years since she agreed to go on a date with me…”

Azriel laughed. “After you had panted after her for like two years you mean?”

“Exactly!” He smiled. Cassian sure seemed like a big brute the first time you met him, but he was actually a soft teddy bear. He was never ashamed when people mentioned that he had been trying to win Nesta over for years before she agreed to date him. He just felt like he had won a prize. It was very sweet.

“However,” he continued. “She has to work late. Apparently, one of her authors had plagiarized fanfiction, which Nesta found out about like a week before the book went to print. So obviously, Nesta is livid and I do not want to be close to her until this is resolved.”

Nesta owned a publishing company that focused on publishing romance novels, which didn’t surprise anyone. Nesta had always loved romance books. In her words; the smuttier, the better. Azriel always found them a bit cringy. It was like reading porn. But truth be told, he had read a few books that Nesta had recommended, and they had taught him a thing or two.

“What the hell is fanfiction?” he asked Cassian.

Cassian shrugged. “I’m not completely sure, but apparently this author had just copied something from the internet and changed the names of the characters and sent it in as a manuscript.”

“Weird. I understand that Nesta is pissed.”

“Yeah. So, you wanna do something? Take out and a game?”

“No, I can’t,” Azriel lied.

“You just said that you didn’t have any plans.”

Fuck.

“Yeah, well. I said that I didn’t have any special plans, not that I didn’t have any plans.”

Implying that his date with Elain was “not special” made him feel like shit.

Cassian eyed him suspiciously. “You’re going on a date.”

“What? no.”

Cassian laughed and slapped Azriel’s back. “Yes, you are. You have that date-look all over your face.”

“What the hell is a date-look?” he asked, but Cassian didn’t answer.

“Who are you going out with? Do I know her? Is she hot?”

Azriel held up a hand to stop the onslaught of questions. “You don’t know her,” he lied.

Cassian grinned. “So, you are going on a date?”

“You just said that I had a date-face?”

“Yeah, that was a lucky guess. So, what’s her name?”

“None of your business, Cass.”

“Wow, what a beautiful name,” Cassian teased. “But I get it. You like being secretive. Can you at least tell me how you met?”

“The internet.”

Cassian let out a fake gasp. “Stop the presses and hold your horses. Azriel downloaded a dating app? Can pigs fly now, too?” He made a point of looking out the window.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Azriel slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking towards the elevator. Cassian was just behind him.

“So, can I see a photo?”

“No.”

“What if you’re getting catfished?”

“I’m not.”

“Well, you can never be sure. One time, this girl, or actually, it was an old man…”

“Cass, please. Just let it go,” Azriel interrupted. “There’s a reason why I never tell you guys when I go on dates.”

“Dates? You’ve been going on multiple dates without telling me? I’m wounded, Azriel.”

Azriel rolled his eyes and stepped into the elevator. When the elevator reached the ground floor, Azriel got out. Cassian had his car in the underground parking garage. Just before the doors closed, Cassian called out for Azriel. “You might need this.” He threw something at Azriel, and Azriel didn’t see what it was until he caught it.

It was a condom.

With a grin, Cassian disappeared behind the big, metal elevator doors.

Azriel shook his head and looked down at the small foil packet in his hand. Cassian really was the worst.

A few hours later, Azriel was almost ready to leave for the date. He was wearing black trousers and a dark grey knitted sweater. And blue socks. Cobalt blue, to be exact. Azriel had a thing about colorful socks. He mostly dressed in black, but he didn’t own a single pair of black socks. These blue socks were his favorites, though. He loved cobalt blue.

Azriel was checking the route to the bar when an incoming phone call made his phone vibrate (he had put his phone on mute and deleted Barbie Girl from his phone, thank god!).

It was Elain calling.

Azriel felt his heart drop. Nobody called just before a date unless they wanted to cancel.

With a sigh, he answered the phone. He tried to sound cheery. “Hello, Elain.”

“Azriel! I’m so happy you picked up.” She sounded out of breath.

“Anything wrong?” Azriel asked.

“Well. Kind of… have you left your apartment yet?”

“No, not yet. Why?”

There was a short pause, and Azriel could have sworn that he heard her swear under her breath.

“Well, I won’t be able to make it. I’m so sorry. And I’m so sorry for calling this late. I was really looking forward to our date, I promise.” She really did sound apologetic.

“Has anything happened?” Azriel asked, suddenly a bit worried.

“No… Or actually, yes. I fell when I got out of the shower earlier. I thought that I just needed to rest, but I can’t walk,” she let out a pained laugh. “I’m such a clutz.”

Azriel hated that she was trying to make light of the situation. He hated that she was hurt. “Elain. If you can’t walk, you should probably go to the ER,” Azriel said.

“Oh, no. I called my neighbor. Madja. She’s a doctor. She said that I had just sprained my ankle.”

“Okay…” Azriel didn’t know what else to say.

“Can we reschedule?” Elain asked. “I really wanted to see you tonight.”

Azriel was used to being rejected. He was used to not trusting new people. But somehow, he trusted Elain when she said that she wanted to see him.

“Of course we can reschedule. I was really looking forward to meeting you too.”

“Really?” He could hear the smile in her voice. It made him smile.

“Yes. I’m av…”

Azriel was interrupted by a hiss from Elain.

“Are you okay?” he asked, ready to steal a car, drive over her to her place, and get her to the hospital. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t know her address.

“Mhm, I’m fine. I just.. moved.”

“Elain. Do you have a friend or family member coming over to help you?”

There was a stretch of silence. “No, I’m fine. I don’t need help.” Her tone was too positive and cheery. Azriel didn’t believe her one bit.

“Have you had dinner?”

“I was planning on making some instant ramen.”

Azriel frowned. “And how are you going to do that when you can barely move? Also, that’s not good enough for dinner.”

She didn’t answer for a while. “I’m fine. I promise.” He could hear her voice break on the last syllable. She was not fine.

“Elain. Please, will you let me get you some food? I don’t have to come in if you don’t want me to. Just, let me get you something to eat.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to. If you’re willing to give me your address, I’ll be there in just a bit.”

She hesitated. “You probably have something better to do.”

“I don’t. Now please, let me get you some food.”

He didn’t just want to get her some food. He wanted to make sure that she was alright. He didn’t want her to sit all alone in her apartment when she couldn’t walk.

He wanted to take care of her.

After a small eternity, he could hear her whisper “Okay.”

45 minutes later, he was outside her building with sushi (she had said that she liked it) and a bag full of snacks. He didn’t know what she liked, so he had bought a little bit of everything.

A short, old lady walked out the door, and Azriel caught it with one hand. He didn’t want to call her and make her come to the door right now, so he snuck in.

Elain had told him that she lived on the sixth floor, so he quickly made his way up the stairs. He couldn’t risk being caught in an elevator right now.

He found the door with her name on it and raised his hand to knock. And then he froze.

What am I doing? he thought to himself. He had basically asked her for her address and then invited himself to bring her food. He knew that she had a bad history when it came to men. What if she just didn’t want to say no because she thought that it would hurt his feelings?

Azriel contemplated leaving the food outside the door and text her when he was a safe distance away.

“Azriel, is that you?” someone called from the apartment. Elain.

Azriel had to swallow the lump in his throat. “Yes,” he called back. “Do you want me to leave the food outside the door?”

“No, come in. The door is open.”

With a deep breath, Azriel gathered his courage and reached for the doorknob.

He walked into a small hallway that opened up to a quaint kitchen. Elain was nowhere in sight. The kitchen was bright and welcoming. The walls were painted light green and the cabinets were white. Azriel could see a few cookbooks on her windowsill, which made him smile. Most people didn’t own cookbooks nowadays - they just found recipes online.

“In here,” Elain called. Azriel made his way through the kitchen and into the living room. His first thought was that the room really seemed to fit Elain. The dark wooden floor was a nice contrast to the white walls. Not that you saw much of the walls since they were covered by a built-in bookshelf and a gallery wall full of botanical prints. And there were plants in every nook and cranny. There was a dark green velvet couch in the middle of the room, and on it sat Elain. Or actually, she was half-seated, half laying down. Her foot was propped up with a few pillows. There was a coffee mug on the table in front of her, and beside the couch, he could see a worn leather chair.

Elain was smiling at him as he entered the room. When he smiled back, she put the back of her hand against her forehead, which made her look like a damsel in distress from one of those old Hollywood movies. “You came for me,” she exclaimed in an awful fake southern accent. “My hero!”

Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Elain was wearing black leggings and an oversized shirt. Her hair was gathered into a ponytail. She was beautiful, Azriel thought to himself as he sat down in the leather chair, giving her all the space she needed on the couch.

“How are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Madja said that it seems to be a mild ankle sprain, and I should be up and running in like one to two weeks. Honestly, I feel more stupid than anything else.”

“Why?” Azriel asked.

“Well, I didn’t want to cancel our date. And who falls out of the shower? I really am the clumsiest person in Velaris,” she joked. “Yesterday, I dropped a full cup of coffee over my new, white shirt. And the day before that, I poked my friend Nuala in the eye with a flower.”

“You… poked her in the eye with a flower?”

Elain laughed. “Yes. Her eye was red for hours.”

Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Azriel thought that he could drown in those eyes. He wanted her to look at him forever.

But he didn’t want to intrude. “Do you want me to leave? I could just leave the food here with you.”

Elain bit her inner cheek, suddenly looking very nervous. “Would you...Didn’t you buy food for yourself?”

“I did. But I don’t have to eat with you if you want to be alone.”

“I…” she took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be alone.” It was barely a whisper.

“So, you want me to stay?”

Elain nodded, a lovely pink color spreading across her cheeks.

“Okay.” Azriel unpacked the sushi from the bag and offered her a choice of drinks. “We have lemon, elderflower, and regular coke. I didn’t know what you preferred.”

“Elderflower, please.”

She was still blushing. Azriel couldn’t tell if she was uncomfortable or just nervous.

Azriel handed her the drink and opened the coke for himself.

Elain sat up slowly and reached for her chopsticks. Since she had to sit with her leg raised, she couldn’t exactly lean over the coffee table, so Azriel placed the sushi on a pillow in her lap.

“Thank you,” she said and put a few pillows behind her back. From where he sat, he could only see the back of Elain’s head now. He wanted to move the chair so he could look at her, but he didn’t want to come off as creepy.

And he was actually quite happy that they couldn’t see each other when she took a bite of her food and let out a sigh. It was just a sigh, but somehow it was the most erotic sound Azriel had ever heard. He blushed and made a point of looking at his food.

“God, this is so good, Azriel. Thank you. I was really hungry.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Lunch,” she said under her breath and took another bite of sushi. Azriel looked at his watch. She hadn’t eaten in more than seven hours. And she was going to make instant ramen if he hadn’t shown up. Suddenly, he felt a bit better about the situation.

When Azriel looked up from his food, Elain was looking at him over her shoulder.

“Is this weird?” she asked. “Is it weird that I asked you to stay? I know it isn’t fun…”

“I kind of remember that I was the one who asked for your address, and then showed up at your doorstep with food. I promise that I wouldn't have done that if I didn’t want to. If anything, I’m weird for showing up like this.”

She laughed, but it was a sad laugh. “No, you’re not weird. You’re kind. I’m just not used to this.”

Azriel frowned. “Not used to what? Kindness?”

Elain looked away, but Azriel didn’t miss the slight nod. “My ex never came over when I was sick. He said that I was boring and that he had better things to do…”

Azriel felt his hands curl into fists. “Is this the same ex that cheated on you and now leaves hate on your videos?” he gritted out.

Another nod. “Yes. But there has been almost no hate since you helped me block those words.” She smiled at him, and he could tell that she wanted to change the subject.

“That’s good to hear.”

Azriel wanted nothing more than to ask where this asshole lived so he could go and kick his ass, but he tried to act civil for Elain’s sake.

“I’m sorry for talking about him,” she said. “You should never talk about exes on dates and…” Her eyes grew wide when she realized what she said. “Not that this is a date or anything,” she corrected herself. “I mean, it would be a pretty shitty date.”

She was flustered, and Azriel couldn’t hide the big grin on his face. She was so cute.

“Elain. Do you want this to be a date?”

“Do you?”

He knew that she needed to hear him say it. “Yes.”

A shy smile played on her face. “Me too.”

“Then it’s settled. This is our first date,” Azriel declared.

Elain’s smile grew. “So there’s a chance for more dates?”

“Don’t be greedy,” Azriel teased. Elain stuck out her tongue and turned around again, facing her food.

I want to taste that tongue, Azriel thought.

Damn those intrusive thoughts.

“I can’t believe that I’m wearing leggings on our first date.”

Azriel didn’t say anything to that. He could complain about anything that tight.

God, what was wrong with his brain tonight?

“You look so good, and I look like this,” she pointed at her hair. “I had even bought a new dress for tonight.”

This piqued Azriel’s interest. “Really? Tell me what it looks like and I can imagine you in it.”

Or out of it.

Stupid fucking brain.

Elain pointed somewhere behind Azriel. “Well, it’s right there.”

On a door that Azriel assumed led to her bedroom, hung a blue dress.

Cobalt blue.

His favorite color.

He grinned and pulled up one pant leg and showed her his sock “We would have matched.”

Elain let out a heartfelt laugh, which made Azriel all warm inside. He loved seeing her happy. He liked knowing that he was the reason for said happiness.

“I didn’t take you for a man that wears colorful socks,” she said, still laughing. “First Barbie Girl, and now colorful socks. I’m starting to think that there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“Oh, I’m full of surprises.”

There was a stretch of silence again. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. Even though they didn’t know each other well yet, Azriel could already tell that Elain was one of those people that he just instantly could relax around.

“Elain, this might be a weird request. But can I move this chair so I’m not staring at the back of your head?”

Elain turned around, cheeks pink again. “Yes,” she answered quickly, almost as if she had thought about the same thing.

He picked up the chair and quickly moved it to the other side of the couch. When he met Elain’s gaze, she was staring at him, mouth agape.

“What?”

“You’re strong.”

Azriel scratched his neck and laughed nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Yeah, I work out.”

Wow, what a stupid fucking answer.

But Elain didn’t seem to mind. No, she was looking at him more intently now, and her eyes were not focusing on his face anymore. No, they were most definitely looking at his chest. “I can tell,” she said playfully. This felt very much like flirting,

Azriel wondered what she would think of the tattoos covering his skin underneath the shirt.

Azriel tried to remember the conversation topics he had written down on his phone, and after a few minutes, they were talking as if they had known each other for years. Azriel was surprised that she was so easy to talk to. Most of the time, he struggled with social situations. But with Elain, he felt comfortable. At ease.

“You’re very easy to talk to,” he told Elain. She rewarded him with a smile.

“So are you. It feels like we have known each other forever. I never thought that someone that slid into my DM’s would ever be this nice.”

At those words, Nesta’s face popped into Azriel’s mind. He should tell Elain that he knows Nesta. If it wasn’t for her, he would never have known that Elain lived in Velaris. If it wasn’t for Nesta, he wouldn’t have happened to run past her store that morning.

“I have a confession to make,” he said before he could change his mind.

Elain raised her eyebrows. “Oh? Please don’t tell me you’re trying to get me to join a cult.”

“Has that happened before?”

Elain shrugged. “More often than you think.”

“I’m not trying to get you to join a cult. I just… I wanted to tell you that I think that we have some mutual friends.”

She didn’t look surprised, but she didn’t say anything either, so Azriel continued.

“You know Nesta, right? I think you went to college together…”

Elain nodded.

“Well, she’s getting married to my best friend Cassian. I didn’t know that you knew them when I wrote to you, I promise. But it felt weird pretending like we don’t have people in common when we do. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I found out last week when Nesta saw one of your videos on my phone and asked me if I was a stalker.”

Azriel was blushing now. He was expecting silence, or maybe questions. But instead, he was met with laughter.

“She thought you were a stalker?”

Azriel shrugged, unable to find any good words.

“Well, I might also have a confession to make,” Elain announced. “I actually knew that you were friends with Nesta. That’s why I even answered your DM in the first place.”

“What?” Azriel couldn’t find better words than that.

“Yeah, when I scrolled through your Instagram I saw a photo from Rhysand’s and Feyre’s wedding, so I kind of figured out who you were then. Nesta had mentioned you once or twice before, so I knew you weren’t a creep. And then I saw that selfie when you were carrying a lasagna, and you looked so good, so I answered your DM.” Her blush had almost turned a deep red.

Azriel couldn’t help but grin. “You answered because I looked hot? You said that the lasagna looked tasty…”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Want to hear another confession?”

Azriel nodded.

“Well, I kind of understood how to block words from the link you sent me, but I really wanted to talk to you more.”

Azriel’s mouth fell open in pretend shock. “Sneaky girl.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I just…”

“No, no. It’s okay,” Azriel interrupted. “Do you want to hear another of my confessions?”

“Yes, please.”

Azriel put his elbows in his knees and leaned forward. He could tell that her eyes went to his biceps. Good.

“Well, when I first saw one of your videos, I thought that you might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Elain blushed even more, the color spreading to her chest. Not that Azriel was looking there.

“Really?”

“Yes. And when we talked on the phone, you know, that time when you lied about needing my help,” Azriel winked at her. “I hadn’t laughed that much in ages. I was so bummed because I thought that you lived on the other side of the country or something.”

“But I didn’t.” She smiled.

“You didn’t.” He smiled back.

They spent the entire night in Elain’s living room, just talking. Without even noticing it, a few hours went by. When they finished the sushi, Azriel made a snack buffet on the coffee table, which made Elain laugh.

“We are going to be so sick if we eat all of this.”

“Well, someone told me that she might be bedridden for more than a week, so maybe you could save some for the upcoming days of rest and relaxation.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said and reached for the popcorn.

They continued flirting for the rest of the evening, but nothing explicit happened. They didn’t touch. Didn’t kiss. They just talked. It was all Azriel could have dreamt of. He had never felt so comfortable so quickly with anyone before. When it was close to midnight, he could tell that Elain was getting tired. After her fifth yawn, Azriel told her that he should probably get going.

She protested and then yawned again.

“Okay, I admit defeat,” she said and stretched. Azriel could see her stomach when her shirt rode up from the motion. It looked so wonderful and soft and…

He didn’t even have time to finish his thought, because Elain was trying to stand up by herself. Trying, and failing miserably.

“Could you help me to the bathroom?” she whispered and nodded to a white door just by the kitchen.

“Of course,” Azriel put his arm around her waist and supported her. She didn’t complain, but he could see the pain on her face. It hurt him to see her like this.

“I’m just gonna brush my teeth. Don’t go just yet.” She closed the door. Azriel leaned against the wall next to the door and dragged his hands through his hair.

He looked around the room, not quite believing that he was here. In Elain’s home.

This date had been even better than he could ever have imagined. He was actually quite happy that they hadn’t gone out, but he obviously didn’t like that the reason for staying home was that she was hurt.

The door opened again, and Elain looked at Azriel with a pale face. She was so obviously in pain. Azriel grabbed her around the waist again and held her up.

“Do you have any painkillers?”

She nodded. “By the bed. Could you help me? Just to the door.”

Azriel started leading the way, but after two steps Elain winced.

Azriel couldn’t take it anymore. “Hold on,” he warned her, and then he picked her up. She gasped and flung her arms around his neck. This was the closest they had ever been. One of his fingers graced the hem of her shirt. He could feel her skin there. He had to take a deep breath. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm,” she breathed, and he walked her to her room. He stopped at the door. It was a cozy bedroom. The walls were painted a dark blue and above her bed hung a giant painting with a floral motif in a gold frame.

“Nice room,” he said. He didn’t put her down. She had said that she only needed help to the door, but he couldn’t see her walking to her bed all by herself,

“Thank you.”

“Do you want me to...” he started, but he was interrupted when Elain said his name.

“Azriel,” she repeated.

He looked at her then, her face just inches from his. He could see every freckle on her skin. He could count every eyelash. His eyes went to her plush lips, and then back to her eyes.

Had she noticed?

She had his attention now.

“Azriel,” she whispered. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Azriel was taken aback. He hadn’t expected that question. He didn’t mind, of course not. he was just surprised. She could probably see that in his eyes, because she quickly tried to smooth over it. “I mean, we don’t have to. I completely understand if you don’t want to, and I..”

Azriel kissed her temple to make her quiet. It worked very well. “You’re hurt.”

“Just my ankle,” Elain pouted. “Also, haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘kiss it better’?”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure that it means that you should kiss the place that hurts,” he teased.

“Eh, semantics. I think a kiss on the lips might do wonders.”

Azriel leaned in, almost touching his lips to her. Almost. “Oh, is that what you think?” he teased.

“Mhm,” she breathed.

Azriel stayed like that for a while, his lips just out of reach. He wanted her to beg. He wanted her to go crazy with want. With need.

But that was for another time. Right now, he just needed to kiss her.

Elain was tilting her head to get closer to him. Her mouth was slightly parted and her eyes scanned his before fluttering shut.

Offer and permission.

Azriel leaned in slowly and brushed his lips to hers. It was a feathery light touch. He could feel Elain shiver in his arms, and he held her closer. Tighter. He touched her lips with his again, and he knew he needed more. He tasted her lips once more, his tongue teasing her lower lip. Elain opened up for him, letting him in. She moaned when he deepened the kiss. When he pressed his lips more firmly to hers. When her tongue joined his. They were both panting, unable to stop. Elain’s hands went to Azriel’s hair, gently scraping his scalp while her tongue tangled with his. The sensation made Azriel crazy, and if she hadn’t been injured he would have lowered her to the bed and continued his kisses down her body until she was writhing underneath him, begging for more.

But she was hurt. And it was late.

Unwillingly, Azriel slowed down before breaking the kiss.

“More,” Elain panted and kissed his jaw.

Azriel chuckled. “Don’t be greedy.”

She pouted when he walked over to her bed, and it was the cutest pout Azriel had ever seen. It was so cute in fact, that he had to lean in again and kiss her lower lip. He didn’t know how it happened, but he was suddenly sitting on Elain’s bed with her in his lap. He was still holding her tight, her fingers still in his hair. Their lips were locked in another kiss. This one was even hotter. Even deeper. Azriel thought to himself that he didn’t need air if he could just taste these lips for the rest of his life.

After a small eternity, they did have to break apart though. Turns out the human body needs air. Stupid body.

Elain leaned her forehead against his.

“I should go,” Azriel said, even though every fiber of his being protested that statement.

She nodded. “Okay.” She was still out of breath. So was he.

Elain kissed his forehead, which made him feel oddly safe. “So, can I have a second date?”

Azriel chuckled and nuzzled her neck. She smelled divine. He wanted nothing more than to taste her there; just below her ear.

“You can have as many dates as you want.”

“Good to know.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Azriel helped Elain into bed. He fetched her a glass of water for the painkillers and made sure that all her windows were closed.

He leaned against her doorframe, trying to memorize the sight of her in bed. She looked so cute. So vulnerable.

“Could you lock the door when you leave? My keys are on the kitchen counter. You can just put them in the mailbox.”

“Of course.” Azriel walked into her room again and leaned over her. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Sleep well, Elain.”

“You too, Azriel.”

She was already drifting off.

Azriel walked quietly through the apartment and made sure that the door was locked behind him.

Azriel was walking home on clouds that evening.

In his bones, he could feel that this was the start of something wonderful.

When he climbed into bed that night, he saw a new message from Elain. She must have sent it just after he left her place. He opened the message, and there was no text. Just an audio file.

He pressed play and was immediately met with her heavenly voice.

“I thought that this might help you sleep,” Elain whispered, and Azriel could feel tingles up and down his spine. “Thank you for a wonderful date, Azriel.”

And then she repeated his name. For five minutes, she was whispering “Azriel, Azriel, Azriel,” over and over again, and it made Azriel both sleepy and aroused.

It was actually a very pleasant feeling, he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

That night, he dreamt about brown eyes, golden hair, and the sweetest lips he had ever tasted. Azriel had never felt better.

#elriel fanfic #elriel #elain x azriel #elain archeron #azriel x elain #azriel #acotar fanfiction #acotar #dottielovegoodfanfiction

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.02.16 1st talk session of Meguro Rock-May-KanGIG at Zepp Yokohama

Zepp Yokohama is a such a nice venue, I really hope we will get to see dir play there live properly!

The concert recorded at Meguro RockMayKan was great! The setlist surprised me quite a lot (especially encore!!!)! And I think that was the smallest stage I ever saw dir on!😆 the footage definitely deserves a separate entry and I don't want to spoil anyone if they go to next events.

After the concert film screening staff quickly prepared the stage, bringing two long tables and four chairs, they also placed a water bottle at each seat.

Punctually (thank you for not repeating Nagoya's situation😆), at 3:30 Fujieda came on stage and started with greeting everyone, and asking us to greet the band members with applause.

After a moment of uncertainty (even as my heart was almost set it will be Kyo) Die came on stage with Kyo after him.٩( ˆoˆ )۶

They both looked super classy. Die had a dark grey suit with a long jacket, his usual award winning hair and wore sunglasses.

Kyo had a black jacket (with a round Chanel pin) and shirt, green hair, he wore glasses (not sunglasses).

When they sat (Kyo stood in front of the chair first until Fujieda gestured them to sit) F asked them to introduce themselves.

D: ども、Dieです

K: 京です

...and then F announced 'today is Kyo's birthday!' and a birthday song melody began to play😆

Kyo turned on his murder face glaring at Fujieda who happily observed 'oh what's this song?'😂

The soft Happy Birthday melody got then a guitar joining in and Takabayashi came on the stage carrying a small strawberry shortcake (with a chocolate message おめでとう京さん) which of course he placed in front of Kyo.

We couldn't sing but we clapped.

Kyo snatched a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. He gestured 'throat slashing' looking at Fujieda😂

And then ate another strawberry🍓😂

F: the song was made by Die.

K: (only interested in the cake) Could I get a fork?

(staff went to get him one)

F: how do you feel? (about your own birthday)

K: I don't care.

The fork arrived and Kyo literally dug in right in the middle, scooping a huge piece he put whole in his mouth.

Fujieda wisely left Kyo to his cake then and started talking about RMK footage. Die said they had hard time deciding on a tour or events like this in COVID situation. They also mentioned the secret show in 2009 was held in RMK.

Next Die talked about how nice it was to rehearse and play together with the band, first time since March, he was happy about the show, creating sound together as 5 people.

F: did you finish eating K?

K: yup

(there was last 🍓 left (out of 4 big ones), he ate about 25~35%?)

F: then tell us about recording the RockMayKan show!

K: the place was very narrow.

F: anything else?

K: Not really.

But then he added more, that as it has been a while it felt like the first day of the tour.

F: was there anything that was difficult? Was a struggle?

K: when recording I can do it at my own pace, I can do one song when I want, but that day it was back to performing over 10 songs all at once, it was tough, hard on my throat, energy/stamina wise.

But at the same time it was exciting, meet with other members, play music together, that was nice.

F: 2019 was filled with shows, it was busy, then things changed. So after a break to see an audience again got me nervous, in a good way.

Next F said had would like to talk about the release of Oboro.

D: what do you want to know?

F: so the song is not out yet, any hints?

D: it's gonna stay a secret for a bit more.

F: the 2nd track is TDFF？

D: (interesting letters ???didn't catch exactly) it's a powerful song.

F: how is Oboro for you Kyo?

K: quite fresh/refreshing

F: really?!

D: especially the video

...but then Kyo just burst with a whole speech how Fujieda always ask something and when he gets an aswer he didn't expect he doesn't react well, just says what he wants, is not listening to what Kyo says and... it went for a while😆

Next F moved to the topic of the merchandise and asked the band members which items they like.

K: the big badge, before the big pick was huge, shouldn't the badge be like this size (showing about 20cm with his hands). It bothered me from when I saw it. Isn't it just normal?

in the end they agreed it's just 'a bit big' 😂

F: how about for you, D?

D: the rubber key chains?

F: they got sold out very quickly, sorry to fans about that.

D: they are cute. And I like the wristbands too. The color combinations are nice.

T: the badge has the old band's logo, it brings me back

D talked about old times when artists made stickers like that, with logos, to put on their equipment, they worked a bit like business cards, he said he still have some at home.

T picked the rechargeable heat pack.

K: so it's to be used instead of heat packs? (ホッカイロ)

F: uh, it's already warm.

D: huh? Show me? (F passed it to him) it's like a phone that gets hot when charging.

Next they moved on to fans questions. ("~~" is a question from fans they read)

K (unusually picks the first question super fast): "what's your favourite cake?"

K: Well, the strawberry shortcake is good, but this one doesn't have strawberries inside, just some jam, it should have strawberries inside too.

(F so dead😂😂😂)

F: "what's your best or bad memory connected to birthdays?"

K: at a concert somewhere, it was quite long time ago, I got a present all wrapped and in a bag from a silver accessories brand I liked, so nicely wrapped, I opened it and it was empty, isn't that really strange? I looked at the attached letter and it said the person is keeping the item for themselves. It annoyed me so much, the worst bd memory ever.

☹️

F: how about you D?

D: it's not exactly bad memory, but many band members have birthdays in February, in the past when we were still giving each other presents Toshiya and I had to think what to get for 3 people, it was always tough. We stopped that at some point.

T: "any memory/story about China Town?"

D: I like China Town

T: do you go often?

D: sometimes. But only to my favorite restaurants. (?? Talked more about the stadium?)

T: do you usually order the same thing?

D: Mabodofu, the spicy version

(then I think he said something like there's no point in overdoing spicyness, it's not healthy??)

K: I don't know which restaurants are good so I get annoyed. I don't know what decides it's a good one or not.

F: I don't go, but I'd like to.

then they talked about the types of Chinese food and food they tried when in other Asian countries.

K: when we were touring in the US I ordered Chinese abd it was terrible, it was all bad. The egg soup was all clumpy, so bad.

D: "any stories about RockMayKan?"

D: honestly I don't have good memories with this venue, when with a previous band we played together with more senior bands and they took over the dressing room, we couldn't use it, and we also had to greet all senpai musicians.

K: remember when Shinya sat on the lockers? Like on top of the 170cm lockers?

D: was it in Nagoya?

K: he's done his make up there, like a cat or something

D: Shinya climbed a locker and made a space for himself there

K: He's not exactly human. Normally you would not even consider climbing a locker...

D: we usually did our make up on the stairs, didn't use changing room. When we played at RMK as dir for the first time I saw 'this is the changing room!'

He also talked about how the hair spray used by all the bandomen would stink up the whole place 😂

F: "what do you usually wear to sleep?"

K: just underwear. Doesn't matter if it's summer or winter I want to feel the towel like fabric, I use towel cloth for my bedding, I want my whole body to feel it so there's no point in wearing pajamas.

D: at home...wait you mean my home or my family house? At my parents' I always wear the pajama my mum got me, currently the Mickey Mouse one. I only have that one there.

K( with sudden interest): can you draw it?

D: it's about this big, quite big print. The one I wear at home, it wasn't sent by my mum.

K: not Mickey one??

D: that's Nightmare Before Christmas.

K: Disney theme?

D: this one has a face in the front.

K: do you change characters (for pajamas) every year?

D: this year it's Nightmare.

Next was something they wanted to say to F. K chose to comment on his haircut, because it's asymmetric K is bothered that it will end as an uzumaki in the back. They talked more about F's style.

F: "I'd like you to tell us about your costumes you wore for RMK show".

D: I wanted something motovating so red colour.

K: I had no special reasoning, just what I wanted to wear then.

D: "have you gotten any food delivery?"

He said he only got it once or not much, I think he said he's not fond of shops that don't do it properly, but when recording it's good???

F: Shinya said he orders Uber almost everyday.

K: I only got Uber once.

F: what did you get?

K: Burger King. I quit McDonalds. After eating Burger King I can't go back to McDonalds.

They talked about sizes of burger here?? Whooper versus Junior Whooper?

F: So McD is not good?

K: the meat taste is different. McDonald now tastes like trash.

F: what about the Mc fries, when they get a bit soft.

K: not only a bit. Gross.

D: in the US we usually also have some American staff, when we had some time and we went to eat out, it was funny, American staff went for sushi, Shinya went for McDonalds.

F: was it last time?

D: no, quite some time ago.

F: when did you eat McDonalds the last time?

D: I also don't eat it, it's been some time already.

They talked more about the food, some restaurants D liked in the US (didn't catch the name🙃 but in Sacramento?), then F talked more about event schedule and the time was over.

Last comments from the band members:

Die: From today the new series of film screening starts, thank you for coming to the first day. So well... the band is working on the new album while coming to the events at the same time, we're working on creating a great album. Please come amd enjoy the events.

Kyo: I don't have a special thing to say. Many of you will be coming to few or many events and will end up with many t-shirts, you can do whatever with them, even use them as a doormat, there are many ways to use them, no problem for the whole year.

#dir en grey #kyo #京 #die #目黒鹿鳴館gig #爆音会 #attempt at live report

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takonei · 3 years

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I rate the DR 10th anniversary outfits because

Sooo someone posted scans of the thing and I am here to rate those disasters. Here we fucking go.

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Makoto: 7/10 Simple and effective, but nothing special.

Taka: 7.5/10 A bit more classy than Makoto but still simple with not much originality.

Byakuya: 6/10 Out of all the characters who could have worn a jacket incorrectly, they choose McRich for the job. I hate it. But outfit is fine I guess.

Mondo: 10/10 So ridiculous and in character. Love it.

Leon: 5/10 What are you, scottish? The shoes ruin everything for me they’re so ugly smh. I know I can’t draw shoes either but what are those

Hifumi: 0/10 Look Hifumi, I know your character gets too much hate but I gotta say: Ew.

Hiro: 6.5/10 I like the outfit. But my guy, that color is piss. If you had just changed the color I would have added 2 points.

Sayaka: 7/10 Like Makoto, it’s nice but that’s it.

Kyoko: 9/10 Damn, she look classy as hell. I don’t like that much whatever is going on with the sleeves but the rest looks stunning.

Hina: 10/10 My girl looks SPLENDID in yellow. And the flowers are great too, I just love her. Plus that smile <3

Toko: 8/10 It’s nice, I like the bun(s?) and the dress looks good. The flower in her hair is a nice touch and the colors fit her.

Sakura: 9/10 My girl looks great in buns (+ flower). I like the kimono a lot but the colors used irks me just a tiny bit. Still love her, though.

Celeste: 8.5/10 I wish that veil was a bit more transparent so I could see her dress in it’s entirety. Either way, she looks stunning and that hairpiece is just in character.

Junko: 9/10 The dress looks fantastic, the mask is a nice touch but I feel like she would have been perfect with loose hair.

Chihiro: 7/10 Say what you want about the onceler, I like that outfit. Very cute but the socks(?) give me the same vibe as Miu’s bondage gear and mmmm don’t like that

Hajime: 7.5/10 See Makoto above but a little 0.5+ for that flower.

Nagito: 8.5/10 I’m a sucker for boys with tied hair, as you may already know. White looks nice on him, and the outfit is nice.

Twogami: 4/10 You just took Hifumi’s ugly outfit and put a fur coat on it. It doesn’t look that bad since it’s at least less flashy, but I just don’t vibe.

Gundham: 6/10 The outfit is okay I guess but are you telling me that this guy wouldn’t choose something 100 times more extra? He looks so plain. Give him the crazy outfit he deserves.

Kazuichi: 6/10 You fucking disaster. You just took your jumpsuit and made it fancy. This is so damn ridiculous, but I can still see some appeal in it but like, you’re a disaster man. Also nice glasses bro

Teruteru: 10/10 I love it. The vibe it has,,, I love this. The colors, the simpleness yet effectiveness, it’s just perfect.

Nekomaru: 6.5/10 It’s fine, I guess. It does fit him, but I don’t see that much stuff that could be considered out of the ordinary in a good way.

Fuyuhiko: 7.5/10 Palette color is good but like. The outfit is peak bisexual. I don’t even hc him as bisexual.

Akane: 10/10 THAT’S MY GIRL. She is more of a queen than Sonia will ever be, I’m sorry. She is rocking with that cape. And the outfit is great.

Chiaki: 7/10 It’s cute and effective, it fits her. I don’t like her hair that much for some reason, but overall she looks neat.

Sonia: 6/10 What do you mean this isn’t a miss universe contest? I can’t vibe, I’m sorry. It looks nice, but it feels more like a popular girl’s dress than who Sonia really is.

Hiyoko: 7.5/10 It looks better than her in-game outfit, at least. The colors suit her, I like it.

Mahiru: 7/10 I have mixed feelings. I love the dress, but the headband is a huge no from me. Little plus for the flower, though.

Mikan: 1/10 Who thought this was a good outfit? Genuinely curious.

Ibuki: 9/10 This is so damn extra, I love it. So many ribbons for nothing, it almost gives a Touhou vibe. But the outfit itself? Horrendous color palette, but it fits because it’s Ibuki.

Peko: 9/10 Opposite of Ibuki on the same spectrum. It’s calm, classy anyway, and fits Peko. I don’t have anything to say, it’s just really good. Nice flower btw

Rantaro: 7/10 Outfit is fancy af, but you would have a better grade if it wasn’t for that damn fedora.

Kokichi: 7/10 Who the fuck wears purple socks with white shoes? Also as I said before, he looks like the type of person who gets drunk before coming to the party. Outfit’s good, but once you get to the details it’s a disaster.

Keebo: 4/10 I do not vibe. I don’t know what I’m looking at. Is this another armor? Is this an outfit on the armor? I don’t know. Scarf looks a bit out of place. Also Keebo, wearing your jacket like Hiro doesn’t suit you I’m sorry.

Gonta: 4/10 I do. do not vibe. Too many squares? Too green? idk what bothers me the most. Also he gave me a heart attack the first time I saw him bc I thought he had cut his hair.

Shuichi: 6.5/10 After those two disasters I am glad to see someone at least decent. The color palette doesn’t suit him that much, but I can respect it.

Kiyo: 10/10 The guy is so classy it hurts. I don’t even know if that’s a skirt or pants but either way I love it. This outfit just suits him 100%.

Ryoma: 3/10 What the fuck is this. What. What is this. This hat reaches Touhou levels of ridiculousness. It’s horrible. The outfit is kinda better than whatever some of them have going on but holy shit the hat ruins everything for me.

Kaito: 9/10 The coat is fantastic. Black with tiny moons and stars + a space interior? That’s beyond perfect. Outfit is nice, although I would have liked a different color for the vest and the pants.

Kaede: 8/10 It’s simple and effective. I really like the flowers but still, I can’t get used to Kaede’s haircut. At this this one has cute flowers and ribbons.

Miu: 8.5/10 Now you would think that with what Mikan got, Miu would get something super revealing, but this is surprisingly not the case. It’s very original and it suits her a lot, especially the huge sleeves.

Tsumugi: 7/10 The dress is nice, but that’s pretty much it. I like how she tied her hair, it does look nice. Also those shoes are weird tbh

Tenko: 9/10 I was wrong. This is, in fact, a mini-short. She looks so classy and I love the new placement of the hairpin. She looks a lot like a talentswap Magician!Tenko and I love it. So classy. Very good.

Kirumi: 10/10 That’s peak fancy. I just. I love. her. She’s so fucking great like the elegance, the classiness, everything is perfect. I believe in Kirumi supremacy.

Maki: 3/10 I’m sorry I hate this dress. It had good potentiel but the color palette irks me. No. I can’t. Hair looks nice tho.

Himiko: 8/10 It’s just so damn cute. Idk if the space theme is a reference to her beta design but either way, I love it.

Angie: 8/10 A different kind of fancy. I like the large pants, it does fit her vibe. Also that veil is cool af.

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apriorisea · 4 years

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Hiii~ sorry to bother you, i dont know if you're still taking request but can you write something where the reader had to turn down a job she really wanted and member (joon, hoseok or yoongi) comforts her? Ps you're my fav blog please keep writing💕

Hi! You’re not bothering at all~ Thank you so much for the request, and the feedback! You’re so, so sweet! It really means a lot. Here’s my take on the scenario, I hope you enjoy!! 💜💕

“Whatever You Want” Namjoon x You

“Okay.” You release a deep breath and turn to face Namjoon. “How do I look?” He sits up a little, pretending to scrutinize your appearance before the grin breaks across his face. “Perfect,” he says. Then, suddenly frowning, he scoots to the edge of the bed and adds, “Except...come here, babe.” “What?” you ask nervously, reaching up to smooth your hair. “What is it?” You move towards him when he doesn’t answer. “Just...” He waits until you’re within his reach, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Smiling at your startled laughter, he says, “Just this...” before leaning in to kiss you softly. When he finally releases you, you give him a look. “Namjoon, I love you---but if you just messed up my hair, I’m going to have to kill you.” He laughs. “Fair enough. All right, up you get.” He stands up after you. “Let’s make sure you’re still perfect as ever.” You roll your eyes at his comment, but when he runs his gaze over you, purposefully slow, you can’t stop your heart from beating a little louder. “Well?” “As I said,” he grins, bending down to place a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek: “Absolutely perfect.” Ignoring the blush that creeps over your face, you give him a sincere smile. “Thanks. Ugh, I’m so nervous.” He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Don’t think about that,” he says. “Just soak it all in. You’ve worked hard for this, my love; you deserve all the good things. Did you eat lunch?” You shake your head. “Do you want me to make you something?” You shake your head again, feeling sick. “Okay, okay.” He squeezes your hand. “Just relax.” Releasing your hand, he grabs your long, black peacoat and helps you into it, careful not to disturb your perfectly planned outfit. “They’re going to love you.” “As much as you love me?” you ask playfully. He fakes outraged shock. “Never.” Grabbing the lapels of your coat, he pulls you to him slowly. “I just love you too much,” he murmurs, before brushing another kiss against your lips. This time when he releases you, you’re ready to go. “Okay.” You exhale again, turning towards the door. “Wish me luck.” “You don’t need it. You’ve got this, babe. It’s all yours, whatever you want.” You smile. “See you tonight.”

The first thing you notice when you enter the office is the impossibly immaculate marble flooring. The receptionist, a woman about your age, looks up and smiles brightly. “Good afternoon. May I help you?” “Y-yes.” You clear your throat and try again. “Yes, thank you.” Handing her the paperwork (and making sure to keep your hand from shaking) you add, “I have an appointment?” She studies the paperwork for just a moment, and you see her eyes widen at something. “Oh you---you’re here for the new position.” “Yes.” It still filled you with giddy excitement: this was literally your dream job, a perfect position to reward all the work you had put in, the menial internships and starter jobs that had led you to this point. You almost don’t notice it when her face falls a little. “Of course. One moment, please.” She opens her mouth like she wants to say something else before changing her mind. Grabbing the phone instead, she dials a few numbers then says into the receiver: “Yes, your afternoon appointment is here.” She listens, then hangs up. “If you wait just a moment, someone will take you back to the offices.” You nod eagerly. “Thank you so much.” She merely smiles, and an unsteady silence falls over you. “The floors in this building are just gorgeous,” you say after a minute, trying to dispel the awkwardness and distract yourself from your own nerves at the same time. “Oh, yes,” she agrees. “They’re the very best, top of the line. We only have the best here.” You smile, even though her response doesn’t really invite much conversation. “How long have you worked here?” “Six years.” “Six--?” You cut yourself off. “Oh. That’s...that’s great. You must really like it here.” To yourself, you think: 6 years as an entry-level receptionist?? She doesn’t really answer. The awkward silence falls again. Finally, a door behind you opens and another woman (this one several years older than you) steps into the waiting area. “Hello,” she says with a practiced smile. “I’ll take you back now to meet with the boss.” “Great.” You turn to the receptionist, but find her already engrossed in another matter. Uncomfortably, you take a quiet deep breath and cross to where the other woman stands. “Thank you so much.” She just nods pleasantly, ushering you through the door. The first thing you notice when you enter the work floor is that you are surrounded by men. Every single desk, every cubicle, is occupied by a man. The second thing you notice is that they all look the same; a sea of the same skin color, haircut, and expression. Somewhere deep down in your stomach, a tiny pit appears. To distract yourself, you catch the attention of your guide. “How long have you worked here?” you ask, trying to keep a pleasant smile on your face. “12 years.” “Oh, wow. That’s great.” She just nods. “I saw your resume,” she adds. “I graduated from the same university.” “Really??” Some of the pit recedes. “What was your major?” “Same as yours,” she says with a little tip of her head. The pit whimpers. “Oh, that’s...that’s really cool,” you say falteringly. She nods again. “I’m certain it’s changed since I was there,” she adds with a laugh. “It has been quite a while.” “I---” The words die on your tongue as you distinctly hear someone call out “Damn, that’s some nice fresh meat” from behind you. Turning sharply, you’re unable to tell which cubicle the comment came from. You look back at your guide and are shocked to see her completely unaffected. Maybe she didn’t hear it... “They are constantly renovating it,” you agree belatedly. Finally, the two of you reach the boss’ office. Without another word, the other woman reaches up and knocks three times on the door. “Enter!” a voice calls from inside. She pulls the door open and ushers you inside the office, where you find yet another man sitting at a desk. “Your 3:15, sir,” she says respectfully. For the second time that day, a pair of eyes wander up and down your frame, but this time you just feel sick. “Ah,” the boss says with a smile. “Lovely. Come on in, doll, have a seat.” You clear your throat and correct him with your name, trying to remain as polite and calm as you can. His smile never wavers, but he ignores your correction and turns away from you to regard the other woman. “So, is the coffee-maker located in a different city, or...?” She blushes deep crimson and nods her head awkwardly. “It’s coming, sir. Very sorry about that.” “Don’t be sorry, just bring the coffee,” he says a little dismissively. “And better add a few muffins, don’t you think, doll?” “Yes, sir. Of course.” He waves her away. “Go on.” The pit has swallowed your entire stomach and is now screaming. “So.....” The boss fixes his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “I assume you’re familiar with our company?” “Yes.” You try to ignore the pit, but it’s getting more difficult by the second. “Of course. I was thrilled, actually, to be offered a position here. It fits exactly what I’m looking for, and I think I can be a great asset to the team.” He huffs a soft laugh. “Yes,” he agrees, “A great asset, indeed.” “I’m sorry??” Waving it away, he goes on, “Now doll---” “My name isn’t doll.” The faux-cheeriness falls away quickly. “Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he says derisively. “It’s just a term of endearment. Think of it like a compliment.” Your mouth actually falls open at this one. “A--a compliment?” “Yep. See, doll, we have a system here, an organic sort of environment where people go with the flow.” His eyes harden. “If you manage to remember your place within that environment, you’ll be just fine.” You straighten in your chair. “It is highly unprofessional for you to address me in that way,” you say stiffly. “I believe I’ve already made my opinion on that clear.” You brace yourself for his angry retort. Instead, he laughs in your face. Literally leans forward in his chair and guffaws at you. “Your opinion?? You think I’m hiring you for your opinion? Please.” Your cheeks are hot. “Then what, exactly, did you hire me for?” “Gotta fill a quota,” he shrugs, leaning back in his chair and leering at you again. “And that old hag out there clearly couldn’t cut it even as a waitress, so it’s time for her to go. One out, one in. By the way, do you know how to make espresso?” “No,” you answer tightly, feeling the rage build inside you. “Better learn, then, dollface,” he says with a wink. “Your looks are only 50% of why you’re here. Well, then.” He sits forward, shoving a stack of looseleaf papers in your direction. “Sign on the dotted line, look up a few coffee how-to videos tonight, and come ready to smile tomorrow morning, all right?” He literally pushes the contract into your hands. When you don’t respond, he finally seems to notice your seething anger. The pleasant facade fades. “Problem, dollface?” he asks intently, watching you. Before you can speak, he heaves a dramatic sigh and goes on, “Think carefully before you answer, sweet cheeks. You know how prestigious our company is. Don’t miss out on an opportunity just because of a little girlish pride.” He rolls a pen at you. “I’ll even let you use my expensive pen. Got this from the president himself. Go on, sign your name.” You’re so angry you’re shaking, but you reach out and take the pen; you notice that it’s extremely high quality, carefully engraved with fancy lettering. It must have cost a lot. “My name,” you ask, your voice so quiet he has to lean forward to hear, “Or dollface?” He guffaws again, but it’s cut short in surprise when you rocket to your feet. “You’re disgusting,” you say, rage clipping your words. A million other insults are racing through your mind, but in the end you choose no words: instead, you drop the stack of papers back on the desk and spin on your heel, heading for the door. Yanking it open, you turn back: “To hell with you and your company,” you say, then hold his pen aloft---and promptly drop it in the trash. Before he can speak, the other woman reappears, a mug of coffee and plate of muffins in hand. She takes one look at how your hands are shaking with fury, and instead of looking shocked or alarmed, she looks resigned. It only makes you angrier. So in one smooth motion, you take the mug of coffee from her and carefully, deliberately, pour it into the trash. “Hey! You crazy bitch---that’s my pen!!” His outcry soothes some of your rage, and for the first time, you’re able to smile. Turning to the woman, you nod your head at the plate of food and say, “I’d throw those muffins in there, too, if I were you.” Without another word, you leave the office, head held high all the way down to your car. As soon as you shut and lock the doors, you’re able to fully feel what the pit of fury has been covering: heartbreak.

As soon as you open the door to the apartment, you can smell it: pizza, from your favorite restaurant. No matter how good it smells, it can’t break through your layers of fury. “Hail the conquering hero!” Namjoon sings out as he pops into view; in one hand he has a bouquet of daisies (your favorite) and in the other he’s holding a box of your favorite brand of expensive chocolates. “Welcome home, babe!” You’re speechless. A quick scan of the room reveals the rest of his plans: the table is set with 2 boxes of your favorite pizza, the TV is on and your guys’ favorite video game is loaded, the controllers waiting on the empty couch. He had clearly planned a celebration of your “accomplishment.” You can’t help it: the angry tears clog your throat, burning your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. “Babe...” He looks shocked. Quickly ridding himself of the flowers and the chocolates, he goes to you. Taking your face in his hands, he says, “What happened??” “I’m not going to work there,” you say hotly, tears still streaming down your face. Fear is starting to mix with his concern. “What happened? Are you okay? Did---” “I’m okay,” you manage. Carefully moving out of his grasp, you step all the way into the apartment, shrugging out of your coat and dropping it on the floor. “But that company---they’re just---” Sensing how absolutely wild you feel, he changes tactics: grabbing your hand, he pulls you to the couch and sits down with you, turning towards you. “Tell me.” So you do. You tell him everything, from the uncomfortable atmosphere and whispered catcall to the words ‘dollface’ and ‘sweet cheeks.’ You tell him about the way the man had spoken to you, his open admission about your position, the suggestive way he had looked at you. “How can a company like that still exist??? And those women, they--” you choke on a sob. “The one woman was exactly like me. She graduated with the same degree from the same university, and he turned her into a coffee-girl. I can’t believe I ever wanted to work for them! I hope their building catches fire, I hope both of those ladies quit, I hope he gets hit by a bus, I---” Your anger can’t even find words anymore. “It was disgusting. I should have--should have thrown that coffee in his face or-or something.” You suddenly realize that your boyfriend hasn’t said a word the entire time. Angrily wiping at your eyes, you turn to look at him; and find him absolutely livid. “...Joon?” “I’m going to end him,” he growls. “I’m going to burn that entire place to the ground.” “Baby---” He gets to his feet suddenly. “I’ll make sure he loses everything, make sure the entire country knows the truth about that place.” He starts pacing, his mind racing in a thousand different directions. “The lawsuit will be easy---I’ll make sure both of those other women are compensated extremely well, I’ll make sure that he has to apologize to both of them---no, grovel at their feet and apologize!” You sit back on the couch, watching him rant and rave; it makes you feel better, actually, to not sit alone in this fury. “And you....I’m so sorry, babe, that you had to go through something like that.” His hands clench into fists. “I’m going to kill him for what he said to you, the way he treated you. I should’ve gone there with you, I would’ve knocked that smug smile off his face immediately.” He goes on, detailing all the ways he can bring the company down, the ways he’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. He goes on and on until the anger burns out. And by the end of it, your anger’s been doused, too. Now all you can feel is the heartache. My dream job...what I’ve worked so hard for.. The tears bubble up again, this time in devastation instead of fury. Noticing the change, he exhales heavily and returns to your side. Gathering you in his lap, he rocks you back and forth, pressing constant kisses to your temple and cheeks. “Oh my love,” he says heavily, “I’m so, so sorry.” “I wanted it, Joon,” you admit tearfully. “I wanted that job so bad. Why did it have to be like this?” “I know. It’s not fair.” He holds you close. “Oh, love, I wish I could have spared you from this. I wish I could fix it and make it all go away.” You turn your face towards him, burying it in his neck, and sob. The breakdown only lasts a few minutes, but the entire time he hugs you tight, reminding you that you weren’t alone. When you finally take a breath, he kisses your forehead. “It’s going to be okay. An even better job will come. I know everything sucks right now, but it’s going to get better. Something amazing is coming your way, love, I know it is.” He kisses your temple and murmurs against your hair, “You deserve something better than that place anyway. You’re going to do amazing things. Something better will come.” You take another deep breath and sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “I hope so,” you say thickly. “It will.” Managing a smile, you lean forward and kiss him briefly. “Thanks, Joonie,” you say softly, feeling much lighter. Your eyes dart to the discarded flowers and chocolates. “I feel bad I ruined the celebration...” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight. “You didn’t ruin anything.” A faint smile crosses his lips. “How about....instead of pizza and video games, we do.....pizza and a bubblebath??” You laugh. He smiles happily at the sound. “I’m serious. How does that sound, my love?” “Hmm...pizza in the bath?” You pretend to think. “Amazing.” “Perfect, right?” “Almost.” You get to your feet and hold a hand out to him, waiting. “But perfect actually is pizza and you in the bath.” He grins and takes your hand, getting to his feet quickly. “Like I said: whatever you want, baby.”

#Anonymous #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts clean imagines #non-smut #BTS #REQUESTS #apriori sea requests #apriori sea imagines #bts imagine namjoon #namjoon #RM #whatever you want #asks

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danggerine · 3 years

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fe3h characters ranked by how much i like their eyebrows

(yes this is only the students, no you dont get pictures with it i’m too lazy, yes i’m right about everything <3)

Hubert: can’t have an opinion on something that doesn’t exist 0/10

Lorenz: they’re too thin and the way they blend into his nose makes him look like like the anime boy equivalent of squidward’s house, i think maybe they’re just too low on his forehead?? idk but it’s 2/10

Raphael: WAY too small for his hair texture and face, if he had fluffier brows he would be so much more approachable 2/10

Constance: you could draw a single line on your browbone with a mechanical pencil and it would be thicker than poor ms von Nuvelle’s eyebrows 2/10

Hilda: basic thin anime brows, not too much interest especially considering how good the rest of her design is 3/10

Balthus: he and dedue literally have the exact same eyebrows, balthus’s just extend out further and have a sharper point, but those differences do not stop these brows from being ugly 3/10

Dedue: i love a thick eyebrow, but these are so low-set and the weird spike/hook things on the ends are not flattering, i can understand stern but there’s no reason for his brows to look evil, it’s a 4/10 for me

Ingrid: the shape is strong and determined, and the placement on the face is good, but why the fuck does this bright yellow blonde have black eyebrows i’m so tired of this bullshit 4/10

Leonie: Pretty good shape, but the color is sooooo different from her hair that it makes everything off. the sharpness of the arch is nice though 4/10

Felix: great color match considering their thinness, but the way they blend into the top of his nose on one side depending on which direction he’s facing is a little strange and really off-putting for me, i think his eyebrows look fine thin considering his hair texture but i would like more definition, 4/10 (although his eyebrows look GREAT on his in-game model, i dont know why they’re so different)

Caspar: i’m not a fan of the feathery/spiky tipped eyebrows in general, but i do like that caspar has something unique. if only they weren’t literally straight lines with a color about 10 shades away from his hair 4/10

Marianne: pretty good! the shape is pretty basic and you can’t even see them pre-ts, but they are very kindly shaped 5/10

Yuri: blends too much into the nose and has very little definition, but gets extra points because they’re so expressive 5/10

Dorothea: not a great color match but not terrible, the shape really compliments her eye shape though, 5/10

Linhardt: these are decent, good unique shape and decent color match, i think they should be a little bigger or more defined because both his haircuts leave a lot of empty forehead space, but they’re not terrible 5/10

Annette: again, pretty standard thin anime girl brows, but these are a little thicker and have a soft, gentle slope 5/10

Bernadetta: hers are hard to judge because her default talking portrait doesn’t have a neutral expression (poor bernie), but i think these are pretty good, they’re kind of short which is cute and unique among the cast, but i think the taper is a little too intense for how short they are, 5/10

Hapi: the shape is uniquely expressive and the color match is actually decent despite how thin they are, 5/10

Ashe: for once the super-anime-style thinness works a little better for his face, since he already has small, delicate features, the shape is a little boring though, 5/10

Ferdinand: a slightly softer version of the angry arch with good color matching and a lot of expressiveness, i think my king deserves big ol caterpillars but these are pretty good 5/10

Sylvain: LOVE the way the shape matches his hair texture, that’s impeccable, plus the shape is well defined and has lots of personality, if only the color had literally any similarity to his hair color, 6/10

Ignatz: friendly, matches the rest of his foundness, a little too dark though 6/10

Dimitri: good definition and color matching, although the shape is very flat and makes him look grumpy, but overall a strong set of brows 7/10

Edelgard: strong, determined shape with just enough thickness to have a defined arch and some interesting tapering, pretty good brows! 7/10

Petra: her eyebrows are totally different shapes pre and post timeskip, which is weird, but i like both of them, they both are a really flattering shape with a definable arch (the arch is further back post ts, which i think looks better) and a well executed taper, pretty good color, all around a win 8/10

Claude: SUPERB eyebrows wow, the thickness is absolutely perfect, the sharp inner end proceeding into a rounded outer end with both an elegant smoothness and a pronounced arch to the shape, the feathering on the ends for texture, these are all around stellar brows, 9/10

Mercedes: LITERALLY PERFECT, the color is exact, the shape is gently rounded and has personality, they’re thick and positioned perfectly on her forehead, absolutely incredible 10/10

#this gets so repetitive and it’s barely funny but it’s been sitting in my drafts forever and i’m sick and have free time so here #all of my fe3h mutuals are churning out theories about lore and character analysis and competent thoughts #and i present you with: unadulterated bullshit #fire emblem #fe3h #fe16 #my thoughts #long post

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spaceskam · 4 years

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i could be happy with you

Day 8 of 13! This is the last one that’s a request, starting tomorrow it’ll be things I wrote for people I love. Anywhomst, hope you enjoy! Special thanks to @caitlesshea for giving me an idea of what the frick to write literally like 3 days ago. You’re the real mvp.

ao3

“Alex, I need you to be my boyfriend.”

“Kyle, you’re a heterosexual man.”

Kyle groaned and dramatically threw himself onto Alex’s bed. His arms splayed out and he helplessly gazed up at Alex who simply smiled at him.

“I’ll entertain this. Why do you need me to be your boyfriend?” Alex asked, sitting beside him and patting him on the stomach.

“My family goes on a big Christmas getaway every other year, which you know, and my Abuelita told me to bring my girlfriend. You know, the one that I don’t have,” Kyle answered helplessly, “But I need to bring someone or she’s going to think I lied.”

“You did lie.”

“Yeah, well, she wouldn’t stop asking me when I was gonna settle down,” Kyle whined. Alex simply laughed again.

“Why not ask Isobel?”

“She’s too easy to fall in love with for real.”

“Ouch, and I’m not?” Alex wondered, falling back on the bed beside him. Kyle stared at him for a moment and tried to decide if he actually was a safe option. Kyle observed the natural color of his cheeks and his jawline and his smile and his thankfully-better-than-last-year haircut. He was actually stunning. Kyle had to take a deep breath.

“No offense, Alex, but you’re not my type,” Kyle said and decided he wasn’t completely lying. Alex smirked, slowly propping himself up on his elbow.

“Okay, what would we have to do to sell it?” Alex asked. Kyle broke into a smile and propped himself up as well.

“You’re gonna help?”

“Maybe, what all do I have to do?” Alex prodded. Kyle already took that as a big fat yes.

“Just act like we’re in a relationship. Hold hands, sleep in the same bed, shit we did when we were kids but now it’s romance colored because we’re adults and that’s how life works,” Kyle explained. Alex nodded slowly like he was taking in the information.

“Okay,” Alex said slowly, “And you’re paying for my flight and shit, right?”

Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled. “Of course.”

“Okay, boyfriend.”

“Oh, Alex! I’m so glad to see you two boys finally got together.”

Alex grinned over at Kyle’s Abuelita as she patted his hand. Most of the people in Kyle’s family, including Kyle, were playing football because that’s apparently what families do when they got together. Alex spun a story of how he was having a bad leg day and needed to sit the game out. That left him in the kitchen with Abuelita.

“Finally?” Alex asked. He knew they’d gotten a sea of shocked reactions when they strolled up to the rented house in Southern California hand in hand that morning. He wasn’t expecting a “finally”.

“I’m old, not blind, mijo,” she teased, casually dicing vegetables quicker than anyone he’d ever seen, “I saw the way my Kyle looked at you. It was only a matter of time.”

Alex’s eyebrows furrowed and he gave her an amused smile. “How did he look at me?”

Abuelita rolled her eyes and gave him a kind smile. “The same way you look at him.”

Alex looked through the sliding glass door, watching as Kyle picked up one of his young cousins who had the ball and spinning them around. He smiled. He highly doubted Kyle looked at him in the same way that Alex did. He was very away they had very different feelings towards each other. Kyle liked him as a friend; Alex wasn’t against the idea of something more.

Call him selfish or insane, this just felt like a way to live out a little childhood fantasy for a bit. It sounded like the best way to prove to himself that it wasn’t an option. Kyle wasn’t an option.

“If you say so.”

“Goodnight, boys!”

“Night, Mrs. Valenti!”

Kyle watched as Alex giggled the entire way to the bed. Abuelita had all but pumped him full of spiked eggnog, making him tipsy at best. Kyle shook his head as he watched him unbutton his jeans and tried to wiggle them off.

“Do you need help?” Kyle asked, meeting his intoxicated friend at the bed.

“What does she put in that? My whole head is spinning,” Alex laughed, falling back on the bed and letting Kyle take over. He snorted and carefully took off his shoes and his jeans before working at the prosthetic.

“A little bit of cinnamon, a little bit of peppermint, and a fuck ton of bourbon,” Kyle said, “Most of us know to take it slow.”

“Hey, I haven’t gotten completely inebriated in years, let me live,” Alex argued, smiling easily as he got comfortable. Kyle just smiled at him. He liked seeing him so carefree. He put his leg to the side.

“I will,” Kyle chuckled, standing up. Alex raised his arms towards him.

“This sweater is itchy!” he announced. Kyle rolled his eyes, grabbing his hands and helping him sit up. Kyle slipped it off him and he immediately fell back again. It left Kyle with a fit soldier in his underwear in his bed.

Right. Smart. Not easy to fall in love with at all.

“You are so drunk,” Kyle said instead of something stupid.

“Mm, you’re too hot to be the one clothed,” Alex said, then paused before dissolving into laughter that was heartier than before, ”Shit.”

“Scoot over,” Kyle chuckled, taking off his shirt and swatting his best friend with it, “Thank you, by the way. For playing along.”

“No worries,” Alex said, eyes closing as he stretched. Kyle stared for a second too long.

“You want to change into nightclothes or are you good being half-naked?” Kyle asked. Alex looked up at him, face red and eyes gleaming.

“Would it bother you if I stayed like this? Don’t wanna offend you, straight boy,” he teased. Kyle snorted, shaking his head.

“We used to take baths together, this is nothing,” Kyle pointed out. Alex smiled a close-mouthed smile that was so wide his eyes scrunched up. Fuck.

“I remember that one time that you choked on bubbles and almost threw up in the bath,” Alex hummed. Kyle exchanged his jeans for a pair of sweats and flicked the light off.

“Yeah, then you refused to take a bath with me ever again,” Kyle said as he climbed into bed beside him. Alex snorted and Kyle threw a blanket over him.

“We were gettin’ kinda old for that anyway,” Alex replied, voice soft from fatigue.

“G’night, Alex. Thanks for being a good friend,” Kyle told him, tucking the pillow under his head.

Alex was already sound asleep.

“Wake up, doc.”

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut before he opened them and found himself looking at a bare chest. He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted his head to see he’d somehow ended up completely on top of Alex. The soldier was just staring at him with very amused eyes.

“Sorry,” Kyle grumbled, rolling off him. He rubbed his eyes and laid there for a moment before it really set in that he’d basically crushed Alex for an unknown amount of time. He sat up sharply. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine, I know it got kinda cold in here,” Alex said, slowly sitting up himself, “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” Kyle laughed awkwardly, “Sorry.”

Alex just smiled and shook his head, stretching his arms up again. Kyle stared again.

It was that one little moment that he decided he was fucked.

“I’m happy for you, you know.”

Kyle looked over to his mom as she sipped her coffee. Her eyes were on Alex who fit seamlessly into the family. He was putting together a puzzle with some of Kyle’s younger cousins and holding a conversation with his aunts. It wasn’t too different from the night before when he held casual conversations with everyone at dinner, happily sharing tales about his time in the service and just fitting perfectly. It was overwhelming. Maybe Kyle should’ve brought Isobel.

“Being with Alex couldn’t have been easy after your history,” she said, “And bringing him here knowing that we all expected a woman must’ve been terrifying. I’m proud of you for it and I’m so glad you’re happy.”

“You think me and him are a good idea?” Kyle asked honestly. A little too honestly.

She sighed heavily and turned to face him. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

Kyle held his breath and waited impatiently for her to call him out. He’d heard that mothers know all from her too many times to count. Did she know they were faking it? She knew. She was looking at him like she knew. And she sighed so she really had to know.

“Are you second-guessing it?” she asked. Kyle licked his lips and looked over to Alex who was laughing and looking gorgeous as per usual. Second-guessing something.

“How do you know when something is right?” he asked her. She sighed and turned to face him entirely.

“I can’t tell you that, Kyle,” she said, placing her coffee cup on her knee, “All I can tell you both look happy. I like the way he looks at you. It’s like you’re the only one in the room and you deserve to be looked at like that.”

Kyle took a heavy breath and looked back to Alex who was already grinning at him. Was that what it looked like to be stared at like you were the world?

It sure felt like it.

“Mistletoe!”

“Oh, fuck,” Kyle breathed. Alex chuckled at him playfully, though he could feel his own panic rising. This wasn’t a part of the agreement.

“Too late boys, you’re caught!” Abuelita said, clapping her hands joyously together. Alex looked at him and Kyle looked back, a silent little agreement that this wasn’t a big deal. Of course not, they were best friends. Kyle was straight. Simple, simple, simple.

Alex moved first, giving him the quickest peck in the world. It was something you’d do at a middle school dance and call your first kiss. It was simple enough. It still had Alex’s heart thudding in his chest, but who cares about that.

“Oh, no need to be modest. No one’s judging you here,” one of Kyle’s aunts said. Alex raised an eyebrow as he looked at Kyle. Kyle just stared at him with flushed cheeks and then looked over to his mother before looking back at him.

And then he kissed him.

Like a real, grown-up kiss. No tongue, of course, but Alex could barely keep his thoughts straight. Kyle’s lips stayed on his for a whole five seconds while his family cheered them on. Something childish inside Alex exploded because of it. It was better than he could’ve hoped for.

When they finally separated, Alex opened his eyes and stared at Kyle in an absolute daze. Nothing was more shocking than seeing Kyle in a very, very similar daze. They stared for way too long.

“Aw, you two are so cute!” Abuelita announced, coming up to squeeze them tight. That was the only thing that broke them out of that gaze.

“Yeah,” Alex laughed, trying to shake away the feeling and turned to hug her back.

Fuck.

“So…”

“Yeah.”

“That… That ki‒”

“Yep.”

“A lot.”

“Absolutely.”

Kyle heaved a sigh, keeping his back to Alex. He’d spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what the hell it all meant and came up with nothing. All it meant was that he couldn’t lie anymore.

He was into Alex.

“I’m into you, Alex,” Kyle said, “I think… I think I have been for a while.”

“Okay,” Alex responded slowly, “Is that why you asked me to come here?”

“No. I genuinely thought I’d be more likely to fall in love with you than Isobel,” Kyle said softly. Alex huffed a laugh. “I didn’t… I didn’t realize that it was more. I just knew I thought you were hot and that I love you.” Alex tensed completely against his back. “Like, as a friend!”

“Okay,” Alex said again.

“Do you feel the same way, or…?” Kyle trailed off before physically cringing and shaking his head, “Why’d you agree to this?”

“Because… I don’t know, eleven year old me had a crush on you and when you asked me to be your fake boyfriend, I thought… I don’t know, childhood fantasy?” Alex said with a laugh, “It’s stupid.”

“Do you… like me now? As a twenty-eight year old? I know I’m significantly less cute than I was then, but maybe… adult Alex likes adult Kyle?” he asked. Alex laughed louder.

“Jesus, that sounds horrible,” he said and Kyle smiled. Alex turned around quickly, so Kyle did the same to face him. He was smiling. “I think you’re beautiful and kind and smart. I like you.”

“I like you too,” Kyle said again, “I want… I don’t know.”

“You want to be with me?” Alex asked. Kyle licked his lips and mulled the words over in his mind.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” Kyle said, “You’re just gonna have to, like, help me.”

“I’ve never been in a legit relationship, Kyle, you’re gonna have to help me,” Alex laughed. Kyle took a deep breath and smiled.

“We can figure it out together,” he said and Alex nodded.

It was Alex. How hard could it be?

“Together.”

#my 12 days #kylex #kylex fic #kyle valenti #kyle valenti fic #alex manes #alex manes fic #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #my fic

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“I WAS BORN FOR SOMETHING GREATER THAN I WAS--AND GREATER I WOULD BECOME.” | MARY SHELLEY

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Ronan Ivarsson

MEANING:

RONAN ( IRISH ) - “LITTLE SEAL”

IVARSSON ( SWEDISH ) - “SON OF IVAR”

NICKNAME(S): Ronan has never had a nickname, and would never allow someone to call him by a nickname. He’s only ever been Ronan, even to both of his parents. The only acceptation would be if someone called him by his last name.

PREFERRED NAME(S): Ronan

BIRTH DATE: December 13th, 1980

AGE: 39

ZODIAC: Sagittarius

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He / His

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY: Italian

ETHNICITY: Swedish

CURRENT LOCATION: Verona, Italy

LIVING CONDITIONS: Ronan lives in an expensive top floor penthouse near the center of Verona, which is furnished exactly to his tastes--dark wood, sleek metals, dark leather. He bought it shortly after being married to Lucien, but his husband rarely ever stays for more than a couple of days or weeks, which means that most of the time Ronan lives alone. It is also outfitted to be more accessible for him.

TITLE(S): Richard III, The Vice, Councilman

BACKGROUND

BIRTHPLACE / HOMETOWN: Stockholm, Sweden / Verona, Italy

SOCIAL CLASS: Ronan was born into a wealthy, upper class family, and his wealth has only increased since he became the sole bearer of that family name. He considers himself to be among Verona’s elite, though in the end he holds no love for that title--in his own mind, he is better than everyone in Verona.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Ronan graduated university with a degree in political science.

FATHER: Magnus Ivarsson

MOTHER: Joanna Ivarsson.

SIBLING(S): None as far as he knows, but his parents cheated on each other throughout their marriage, and his mother could have very well had other children without telling him.

CHILDREN: None

PET(S): None

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: All of Ronan’s other relatives are back in Sweden, and he does not communicate with them. (No brothers or nephews to do anything horrible to--yet!)

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS:

Caleb Tallmadge: An intern at the American embassy, who was Ronan’s first serious boyfriend right out of college.

Rafaella Capulet: The love of his life, his soulmate as far as he’s concerned. Their relationship deteriorated when he became a member of the Montagues, and with the exception of one night after Ronan became engaged to Lucien, they have not spoken since.

Lucien Ivarsson: Ronan’s husband, who he met shortly after things with Rafaella fell apart. Ronan fell out of love with him quickly, and their relationship is barely functional at the present--they appear in public together before going their separate ways, with the exception of rare moments where they fall together violently.

Renzo Carozza: A distraction bordering on an addiction.

ARRESTS?: None.

PRISON TIME?: None.

OCCUPATION + HOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Ronan is an elected councilman in the city of Verona, and his family has several investments that he manages.

SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: His salary as a Montague Soldato--a trifle in comparison to what he already has, however, he isn’t interested in earning money from the position.

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Ronan loves being the center of attention, and the power that he commands as a politician. His ambition extends far beyond his current office however, and he’d like to eventually run for more prestigious positions.

PAST JOB(S): Ronan interned with the mayor’s office right out of college, and steadily worked his way to his current position. He has only ever worked in politics.

SPENDING HABITS: Ronan felt like an outsider growing up, so he uses his money to purchase the life he feels like he deserves, the life he always wanted. As long as he has money, and lots of it, he feels safe--it’s as much an armor as the designer suits he puts on every day. He’s always aware of exactly how much he has, and ways that he could obtain more.

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: A first edition of Frankenstein, his favorite novel. He bought it right after his mother died and he became the sole heir of the Ivarsson fortune.

SKILLS + ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 4/10

Ronan was born with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, which means that the muscles of his arms and legs are very weak. He does what he can to stay as good of shape as possible, and he is capable of doing the bare minimum required of a Montague soldier.

OFFENSE: 4/10

Ronan would prefer not to get into a physical altercation, but he knows the bare minimum of fighting techniques. He can throw a punch with accuracy, that would hurt reasonably. His strength is his ability to see other people’s weaknesses fairly quickly, and fight cleverly.

DEFENSE: 5/10

Defense requires less physical exertion, which means Ronan is stronger in that area.

SPEED: 0/10

Ronan walks with a cane, and isn’t really capable of running.

INTELLIGENCE: 10/10

Because he can’t fight with his fists, Ronan made his mind into a weapon. He’s well read, he attended one of the finest universities where he attained excellent grades, and he is well studied in the arts of manipulation. He can read people’s facial expressions with astounding accuracy, he is excellent at verbally manipulating people into action, and more than anything, he is capable of inspiring great loyalty in people through deception, though words, through the weaknesses they were so certain they could hide. Its the same principle as your other senses heightening when one is deprived--Ronan couldn’t fight physically, so he made sure every other power he possessed worked at maximum capacity.

ACCURACY: 5/10

The muscles in Ronan’s arms and shoulders are weak, but he can sustain the position necessary to fire a gun long enough to be average with it.

AGILITY: 0/10

Ronan is not agile at all--his muscles are too weak to allow him to do anything agile.

STAMINA: 7/10

Ronan is used to pain--his spine and his shoulders, his legs, all cause him pain on a regular basis. His daily life requires an amount of stamina that the average person doesn’t have to exert.

TEAMWORK: 0/10

He allows others to think they’re working with him, that they’re part of a team with him, but he’s always looking out for himself and his own designs first and foremost. Other people are merely pieces he can move around, or discard, as they present themselves as useful to him.

TALENTS: Ronan is excellent at public speaking, and his public persona is very magnetic. He is skilled at manipulating people, at reading their faces, at ferreting out their weaknesses. He played the violin growing up and still plays occasionally when he needs to clear his mind, and he enjoys playing chess.

SHORTCOMINGS: Ronan is incredibly narcissistic, with little to no empathy for anyone. He cares exclusively for himself and the things that he wants, and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt, whatever he has to do, in order to get them. He is also incredibly greedy, and one of his primary interests is getting more money for himself.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: Italian, Swedish, Latin, English

DRIVE?: No, he’s always had a driver.

JUMP-START A CAR?: No, that’s what mechanics or new cars are for.

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: No.

RIDE A BICYCLE?: No, he physically can’t.

SWIM?: Yes.

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Yes, he plays the violin on occasion.

PLAY CHESS?: Yes, and at a high level.

BRAID HAIR?: No.

TIE A TIE?: Absolutely, a nice tie can make or break an outfit.

PICK A LOCK?: Yes.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE + CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Joel Kinnaman

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: He likes to stay pretty trendy--his current haircut is short on the sides and long on top, slicked back.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: None.

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HEIGHT: 6′2 at his full height, but he usually is hunched over to varying degrees, rendering him about 5′10-6′0 to the eye.

WEIGHT: 165

BUILD: He has a solid build, keeps what muscle he’s able to gain.

EXERCISE HABITS: Swimming, lifting weights, physical therapy.

SKIN TONE: Pale, but he tans pretty easily.

TATTOOS: None, mostly because of his physical condition--but that could change if he found a person he trusted to give him one ;)

PIERCINGS: None.

MARKS/SCARS: He has various scars from his work as a Montague soldier, and a few from when his mother was feeling particularly vindictive.

NOTABLE FEATURES: Keen and sharp eyes, a mouth that seems to always be smirking to some degree, a sharp jawline.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Pensive, like he’s looking for a weakness in your armor you didn’t even know you had, like he can see straight through you.

CLOTHING STYLE: Designer suits, designer t-shirts and jeans, luxurious fabrics that feel nice against his back and shoulders, expensive watches, silk ties, all neutral and dark colors. Even his casual is dressed up from the average person. He also has several different canes with different heads on them.

JEWELRY: He has a weakness for a nice watch, and if he’s in public he’s probably wearing his wedding ring. He also considers a cane as an accessory, and changes which one he uses depending on what he’s wearing.

MAKEUP: None.

ALLERGIES: None.

DIET: He never had to cook for himself, so he generally orders out from Verona’s nicer restaurants. He drinks socially, and doesn’t really indulge in sugar that often. If Lucien is there and feels like cooking, he’ll eat whatever his husband makes.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Ronan was born with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, which means the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and legs are weakened. His lower back is curved, and the bones of his shoulders protrude in something called “scapular winging”. He wears a back brace most of the time to prevent a pronounced hunch and to lessen the pain in his spine, and he attends physical therapy anywhere from once to three times a week to deal with it.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ENTP

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 3, The Achiever. The success-oriented, pragmatic type: adaptable, excelling, driven, and image conscious.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

ELEMENT: Fire

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Intra-personal Intelligence.

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None officially diagnosed--a case could probably be made for narcissistic personality disorder.

SOCIABILITY: Ronan is very sociable--after being forced to the shadows throughout his entire childhood, he loves nothing more than commanding a room, than being the center of everyone’s attention. He doesn’t care about people on a deeper level than that, but he likes being around them--he’d be a terrible politician if he wasn’t able to make people believe that they liked him, that he had their best interests at heart. Again I quote Les Miserables, “He was a charming young man, capable of being terrible.”

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Ronan doesn’t allow his emotion to get the better of him most of the time--he believes that emotion gets in the way of logic, prevents people from making the best, most rational decisions. He’d like to be cold and unfeeling, but more often than not his heart has a habit of getting in the way. He genuinely fell in love with Rafaella, it genuinely hurt when she left him, etc. He has a temper, but he’s worked very hard on keeping it under control.

OBSESSION(S): power and money, being understood.

COMPULSION(S): He doesn’t feel compelled to do anything--he refuses to be compelled to do anything. He is always in control.

PHOBIA(S): Failure, Irrelevance.

ADDICTION(S): Ronan isn’t addicted to anything.

DRUG USE: Nothing recreationally.

ALCOHOL USE: He drinks socially, but he likes to be fully in control, fully able to observe everyone and everything going on around him.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Absolutely, violence is the quickest way to come to solutions, or to prove that you’re more powerful than your opponent. Violence is necessary if you want to get anywhere in Verona.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Clear, properly enunciated, verbose.

ACCENT: Italian

QUIRKS: Twisting his wedding ring, tapping his fingers against a nearby surface, never quite smiling, rubbing his hand over the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

HOBBIES: Reading, playing chess, playing the violin, occasionally strolling through art galleries. He doesn’t have a lot of leisure time, and prefers to be actively doing something useful.

NERVOUS TICKS: Twisting his wedding ring primarily, other than that he doesn’t like to show weakness, and has trained himself out of having a lot of ticks.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Ronan was cast aside the minute he was born, told repeatedly that he was monstrous simply because of a twist of fate that he had no control over. He wants to prove just how monstrous he truly is, and that he is capable of so much more than anyone ever thought he would be--he wants to see the faces of everyone in Verona when the monster they created comes to his throne to lead them. He wants control of the Montagues, the Capulets, and he wants control of Verona.

FEARS: failure, being alone, becoming anything like either of his parents.

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, charismatic, perceptive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: manipulative, cruel, self-centered

SENSE OF HUMOR: dry, sarcastic, often at the expense of whoever he’s talking to.

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Not really, he thinks it betrays a lack of intelligence. But if he feels like the person he’s talking to will respond better to it, he’ll let something slip.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Working, visiting Renzo at The Dark Lady, scheming.

ANIMAL: He compares himself to a wolf, or to a snake--vicious, hungry, frightening creatures.

BEVERAGE: Vodka Martini

BOOK: Frankenstein, Il Principe, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Memoirs of Hadrian, The Art of War, Wuthering Heights

COLOR: Navy Blue

DESIGNER: Yves St. Laurent, Burberry, Gucci

FOOD: Food isn’t really something he enjoys--its an annoyance he has to put up with in order to survive.

FLOWER: Hellebore

GEM: Sapphire

HOLIDAY: Ronan thinks holidays are trivial, and generally ignores them.

MOVIE: Todd Browning’s 1931 adaptation of Dracula, Andrea Arnold’s 2011 adaptation of Wuthering Heights, Lawrence of Arabia

QUOTE/SAYING:

“beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.”

-MARY SHELLEY, FRANKENSTEIN

SCENT: Amouage--Jubilation XXV Man

SPORT: None.

TELEVISION SHOW: Hannibal, Game of Thrones, The Tudors

WEATHER: Dark and stormy.

VACATION DESTINATION: His family owns property in Sweden that he has a few vaguely fond memories of. He also owns a place in Rome that he likes to go to when he needs space.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: To basically fashion himself a kind of king in Verona. He may be named after Richard III, who tried to do the same thing, but Ronan vows that he will be successful where is namesake failed.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: He’s by himself and doesn’t have to wear any kind of mask--the only person he can fully trust is himself, therefore in private he puts forward the least amount of effort to disguise himself.

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: His family is mentioned--particularly anything having to do with their deaths. He used to be at ease whenever Lucien was around, but in the present he feels like he has to be on his guard, whenever his husband decides to show his face.

WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Someone manages to outplay him, to reveal his machinations and get him killed.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Being elected to the Verona city council, taking his family fortune for himself, becoming bigger than the abuse his parents hurled at him.

BIGGEST REGRET: Letting Rafaella walk away from him, marrying Lucien in an effort to fill the hole that she left.

TOP PRIORITIES: Ascending in the ranks, eliminating anyone who he sees as a potential threat, gathering allies to himself.

#diveronatask #THIS GLORIOUS SUN OF YORK | ABOUT #abuse tw

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treks-can-lead-to-stars · 5 years

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So I had this idea. I had never watched The Original Series before, and I just now finished the second season after more than 6 months of watching, and I decided to use this opportunity of being someone who has never seen anything of season three to write my commentary on each individual episode and share my first reactions with all of you. This will be similar to other things I made like my episode appreciation posts, but for every single episode of season three, and later on also for all the episodes in the animated series and even the movies because I haven’t watched any of them either.

The order in which I’m watching the episodes is also the order in which they were originally first aired, in case any of you are wondering. I will be mostly writing my thoughts on the episode, parts I liked, and generally what was going through my head as I watched it. Feel free to ad your own comments and ideas to this posts if you like!

I think this will be really fun, and I hope you enjoy it!

(Spoilers ahead if you haven’t seen the episode.)

TOS Season 3 Episode 1 “Spectre of the gun”

- I loved the “Vulcan, English, Russian, Swahili” part

- Finally the cowboy episode we all deserved

- OMG THEY GET TO HAVE OLD TIMEY GUNS

- The color palette of this episode is gorgeous, I absolutely love the contrast of the red sky with the old buildings and sand

- I see my man Scotty got a haircut

- Also, why did suddenly every Star Trek episode has to do with America and the United States???

- I actually really like the idea of putting the characters inside a historical event

- “Is this a dead man?” “Very dead”

- MY BOY CHEKOV IS GETTING SOME

- I love that while Chekov is kissing the girl he is so happy, and everyone around him is either proud of him or concerned

- Jim’s face 😂

- “The day is still young ensign”

- “We haven’t been born yet” I love how everyone thinks that are joking and the entire town thinks that

- Jim’s worried face is absolutely adorable!

- “Try bourbon, it was considered medicinal”

- Chekhov thinks he is so smooth

- Those accessories actually all look really good on them!

- We’re not even half way there and Bones is already getting triggered at Spock

- Spock explains how he will build a gas grenade and Jim looks at him like he is the entire world (which he basically is to him)

- Bones just casually bursts to the dentist’s place and starts grabbing chemicals without permission

- DAMMIT CHEKOV WHY YOU HAVE TO GO OUT AND DIE LIKE THAT

- Jim grieving for Chekov 😢

- Spock and Bones are at each other’s throats the whole episode, mostly Bones

- Jim defending Spock like the good boyfriend he is

- My favorite line in the whole episode was when Spock said “They forget I am half human” it just really hit me and it’s really nice to see that he is now accepting his human side

- “I’ll have it ready before Spock” freaking Hones and his competitiveness

- I love that Jim went running to get the cops

- Spock being a savage “perhaps the would’ve been if they had your ingenuity, Doctor”

- Scotty volunteering himself

- Jim’s face when Scotty tested the thing

- My poor boys are so confused

- “We are not gonna move” are suddenly moved by an unknown force to a different location

- Spock’s speech about reality is actually really great and I love it

- For some reason Bones is way more pissed at Spock than normally and has been attacking him the whole episode

- Spock and Scotty mind melding (WOWOWOWOWO)

- Spock and Bones mind melding (Its actually kind of hot)

- Spock and Jim mind melding (For some reason it feels softer and more intimate than with the others)

- The shots in this episode are actually really epic

- I always love when the characters are all badass

- Jim does his iconic move of throwing his whole body at the other person

- MAGICALLY CHEKOV IS FINE

- “Its... gone”

- Jim believes in peace and I adore it

- And now they can finally enter the planet, as originally planned

- This whole exchange- Spock: “May I ask a question? You need not answer it if it’s too personal” Jim: “I’m sure I’ll be able to give you an answer Mr Spock” (WITH THE BIGGEST HEART EYES I HAVE EVER SEEN)

- Spock assumes Jim wanted to kill the guy, Bones jumps to Jim’s defense, Jim tells Spock he is absolutely right (STILL WITH THE HEART EYES)

- Spock: “I wonder how humanity managed to survive” Jim: “We overcame our violent instincts “ (Jim and Bones share a knowing look and some smirks, Bones leaves them alone, Spock and Jim spend a few seconds looking longingly at each other, Spock leaves and Jim is left smiling)

#star trek #episode reviews #my first reactions #Salty reacts #star trek tos #tos #Spectre of the gun #spock #spirk #space husbands #kirk #leonard mccoy #mytrekthings #mytrekreviews #ep1 #mytrekreviewsep1

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petalsbloomed-a · 4 years

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VERY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY !! RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. stolen !!! TAGGING. anyone who wants to do this tbh cuz this is long as shit and i dont want anyone to do this who might not be able to aljdhfskjdhkj

BASICS. FULL NAME : galo thymos NICKNAME : himbo, idiot, rookie, newbie, #1 firefighting idiot AGE : 21 BIRTHDAY : june 30 ETHNIC GROUP : japanese (+ korean / western european) NATIONALITY : american LANGUAGE / S : english / japanese / studied french and spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION : demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single HOME TOWN / AREA : promeopolis (i envision this being around nyc / tri-state area) CURRENT HOME : lives with older sister and niece PROFESSION : firefighter, undergraduate student

PHYSICAL. SKIN : pretty fair tan, but he sometimes appears a little darker than usual. his skin does a strange thing where it changes shade in different lighting. his skin is usually smooth, but right after getting finished with work, he sometimes is covered in dust and appears somewhat dried out. EYES : slightly upturned, deep-set, wide and somewhat of an almond shape. irises are usually very round, and are a bluish-cyan color. pupils often alight with mischief. in intense lighting, you can see a little red dot reflecting off his eyes. LIPS : pretty thin and nude, hard to notice. matches his skin tone very well. usually quite smooth. tends to get chapped after working. COMPLEXION : pretty fair, but in different lighting, he can look a lot tanner than what he really is. BLEMISHES : he has a few moles here and there, but overall his skin is fairly clear and clean. he doesn’t suffer from acne nearly as much as he did when he was in grade school. SCARS : he has some tiny, barely noticeable acne scars on his face, chin, and neck. the most noticeable ones are on his left arm from when he was practically set alight by a burnish flame. these are thick and quote coarse, and can cause some discomfort when touched. he also has a very small nick in his left ear, which was how his sister identified him when he found her after being separated from their family after the burnish incident when he was a kid. TATTOOS : an arrow that goes right below the nape of his neck to the middle of his back. the point is at about the small of his back, and there are a few decorations along the arrow. HEIGHT : 6′0, 183 cm WEIGHT : 165 lbs, ~75 kg BUILD : very muscular, quite athletic. very beefy arms, strong chest, well-built abdominals. however, his thighs and waist are pretty thin and trim. FEATURES : his most distinct features are his dramatic haircut and scars on his left arm, as well as the small white line on the outer helix of his left ear. his chest and shoulders are also quite broad in comparison to his rather thin waist. ALLERGIES : slight peanut allergy, dust, pollen. USUAL HAIR STYLE : undercut with a dramatic, spiky blue mohawk. USUAL FACE LOOK : mischievous smile or smirk; sometimes looks a bit wistful, like he’s thinking about something. USUAL CLOTHING : is normally shirtless, wearing thick red firefighter pants with a yellow “3.” most often wears black rubber boots, black gloves, ear lobe piercings, and an industrial piercing. sometimes wears a black tee-shirt.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : spiders, bugs, needles, being in love (kind of), losing his sister or niece, finding out his parents are dead. ASPIRATION / S : to continue his firefighting career, to receive a masters in emergency medical technology / fire prevention & safety technology. POSITIVE TRAITS : brave, caring, friendly, modest. NEGATIVE TRAITS : daring, reckless, sensitive, over-attachment. MBTI : entertainer (ESFP-A) ZODIAC : cancer TEMPEREMENT : choleric / sanguine SOUL TYPE / S : performer ANIMALS : zebra VICE HABIT / S : twiddling thumbs, jiggling leg (usually the right), twirling & playing with hair, biting nails, chewing lips, swearing, sighing, pen clicking. FAITH : none; would consider himself agnostic. GHOSTS ? : yes. AFTERLIFE ? : not sure. REINCARNATION ? : not sure, but leaning towards no. ALIENS ? : yes. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : independent, opinions slightly more left-leaning EDUCATION LEVEL : graduate student

FAMILY. FATHER : nikanor thymos MOTHER : agape thymos SIBLINGS : danai thymos (older sister) EXTENDED FAMILY : james (ex-brother-in-law), aria (niece) NAME MEANING / S : his first name is of an unknown meaning, but it could mean “from gaul” in greek. his last name comes from the greek word “thumos”, which means “spiritedness” or “the need of recognition.” HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : not that we know of, i think ???

FAVORITES. BOOK : harry potter / hunger games MOVIE : the lion king 5 SONGS : rick astley - never gonna give you up, lady gaga - born this way, beyonce - countdown, ariana grande - god is a woman, pitbull - timber (feat. kesha) DEITY : zeus HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH : july SEASON : summer PLACE : his bedroom / the lounge at work WEATHER : partly cloudy SOUND : meditation sounds SCENT / S : coffee, flowers, fresh baked desserts, fresh pizza, light cologne TASTE / S : coffee, vanilla cake, milk chocolate, parmesan cheese, green tea anything tbh FEEL / S : soft blankets, comfy pillows, loose-fitting clothes ANIMAL / S : dogs NUMBER : 13 COLORS : teal blue / flame red

EXTRA. TALENTS : piano, singing, writing, linguistics, thinking quickly, firefighting BAD AT : drawing (sort of), getting himself organized, following orders (sometimes) TURN ONS : kindness, sensitivity, acceptance, openness, agreeableness TURN OFFS : irresponsibility, lack of free time, ignorance HOBBIES : piano, singing, writing (stories, poems, etc), karate TROPES : ambiguously gay, antiquated linguistics, broken tears, calling your attacks, the chosen one, firemen are hot, going commando, hunk, idiot hero, innocently insensitive, large ham, mr. fanservice, oblivious to love, the protagonist, rookie red ranger, scars are forever, shonen hair, you gotta have blue hair (found here, there’s a lot more actually) QUOTES : “medals are made to be awarded to and from people who deserve them.” / “you can’t just kill for no reason!” / “[i’m] the universe’s #1 firefighting idiot!”

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : honestly??? i think i would keep it the way it is, BUT i would like to have seen some more canonical information about galo’s family. as of right now, we know that kray saved him after his family was attacked by the burnish. if i were to direct a new movie about galo, i would focus it mainly on his family. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : i think it would be a mix of melancholic music as well as more upbeat stuff. on my blog’s main page there are links in the sidebar to both a soundtrack playlist as well as a pop music playlist; i definitely think it’s fair that a variety of genres would suit him and his experiences. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : when i first watched promare, i was instantly drawn to this buffoon himbo. i’ve always had a thing for upbeat, energetic characters who are also quite caring and a bit dumb (which yes galo is very smart but he has his moments). while their personalities differ greatly (despite having the same personality type), he reminds me a lot of lance from vld, who i absolutely adore as well (and i also rp him too oops) Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : again, probably his personality. while i’m not as energetic and upbeat as galo and i have a very, very different personality type than him, i feel like i definitely do understand him. i understand why he feels he needs to be overly confident, and i also have my moments where i just need to storm off and be alone. god i could write paragraphs and paragraphs about why i like galo but i wanna keep it short and sweet and just stick with those two points, which i consider to be the biggest points. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : look, i know i said i liked confidence, but something about galo that annoys me is the fact that he can often seem too confident. like yeah he seemed pretty humble in that pizza scene at the beginning of the movie, but i can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance towards people who put themselves right into the center of attention and be all like “yeah i know i’m great.” like my boy i love you but do u have to announce urself every time u appear on the scene??? and pls stop being so reckless u honestly might die too soon one of these days we want u to be around for us to enjoy u Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : i definitely feel like we both have our moments where we just need some peace and quiet. of course, everyone needs this, but when galo talked about running off when he was pissed reminded me of me; i tend to go and cool off and vent to myself if i’m annoyed about something. we’re both naturally people-oriented and love to be around others, even though galo likes being the center of attention a little bit more than myself. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : in the sense that if galo were real, i honestly think we would get along fairly well. we have different ways of dealing with things, but we have similar habits and personality traits. however when it comes to rp blogs, while i do like to headcanon things about my muses that mirror my own opinions and beliefs, i do consider the mun/muse relationship fairly symbiotic. we as real people can learn so much from fictional characters and in how we play them, and of course, the mun will determine some things about the muse that will deter from canon. Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : i just started this blog and have had very minimal interactions, so it’s hard to say ! i’d say that an interaction with a kray muse would be the most interesting. part of me wants galo to forgive kray and to have a better relationship with him post-movie canon, but there’s still so much about galo and kray’s relationship pre-movie as well; what was their relationship like? was kray like a father to galo? how can i describe the psychological mindset that galo had after finding out that kray betrayed him? there’s so much about these two that i really want to discover and look at, while of course providing my own insight (cuz that’s what muns do, right?). Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : i like to study galo’s actions in the movie, and try to find the underlying cause of the actions he takes. however, when it comes to headcanons, i will often think of a scene or an idea in my head and then internally apply it to galo and see if it works. this is usually what kindles my writing fire: the thoughts that often rush through my head. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : like two whole days lmao im so slow

#heart of fire and soul of passion. (headcanon)#noah rambles. (out of character)

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MASTERLIST

♡ Stories

Nine Percent

Cai Xukun - Detention - a bulleted scenario in which Xukun causes you to get detention for something he has caused.

Cai Xukun - The Boss - a bulleted scenario in which Xukun is your boss and he wants you to get that into your head; smut

Cai Xukun- Hogwarts Special!

Cai Xukun - Cold Heart, Warm Smile - a bulleted scenario where Xukun starts losing his life as a celebrity but begins with a new.

Lin Yanjun - Ms.Matchmaker - Mister flirt wants to flirt with you, the owner of a matchmaking agency. ; bulleted

Lin Yanjun - Little [Rated] - Yanjun is used to little gestures with you but there’s one thing about him that isn’t so little; written.

Lin Yanjun - Zipped Up - Why is the school director’s son mute? Is it a disability or something else? ; bulleted

Lin Yanjun - High in the Sky - Your daredevil best friend suddenly asked you to go skydiving with him; bulleted

You Zhangjing - FMY - There are three things Zhangjing loves. Can you think of all three? ; bulleted

You Zhangjing - Rule #1: Don��t fall in love - There is one rule you had with Zhangjing and Yanjun. Are you meant to break it?; bulleted

Dorm Life: 9% Status [SERIES] - you end up living in a frat house with one of the notorious squads in the campus?

Ms. Matchmaker - Lin Yanjun [SERIES] - a series requested from the bulleted scenario.

Huang Minghao - Goal! - In socces, Justin never misses his goal. Does this go for his love life too?; bulleted.

Huang Minghao - Clear as Day - You just broke your glasses and you need to get a new prescription! A love prescription, maybe?; bulleted

Huang Minghao - Hogwarts Special!

Fan Chengcheng - Story to Reality - your best friend just doesn’t understand why you keep reading scenarios about his bandmates ; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Why can’t I? - There is one thing Chengcheng wants to do but Zhengting keeps getting in the way?; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Misfit Union - A vampire in a bond with a hunter? ; bulleted

Fan Chengcheng - Hogwarts Special!

Zhu Zhengting - Only Me [Rated] - Zhengting loves you but he he doesn’t love you looking at other men ; bulleted

Zhu Zhengting - Unforseen Vow - The first son of the Yuehua coven is bonded with a what?! ; Bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Uncle to Daddy? - You’re babysitting with one of the delinquents from school ; Bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Escape the Maze - You are trapped within your dream. Escape with Ziyi!; bulleted

Wang Ziyi - Milkshakes at Midnight - You always get hurt and whenever you do, Ziyi takes you out for milkshakes ; Bulleted

Wang Linkai - Magical Debt - You need a wish to be granted but wizard’s have fees to grant them? Are you willing to take on that? ; Bulleted

Chen Linong - The Keeper - You don’t really think you’re the fairest of the land? Would a dragon tamer think differently?; Bulleted

Chen Linong - Hogwarts Special!

Chen Linong - Ataraxy - Soulmates who were cursed to be together for 2000 lives--kill or love?; bulleted

Nine Percent as dads - 1/ 2/ 3 - This goes for the future, alright? No sexualizing or anything, get out.

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Zhou Yanchen - Kismet - Sometimes fate goes by the name of kismet, sometimes it’s Zeren. ; written

Jing Peiyao - Peculiar - Weird is attractive sometimes, you know? ; written

Lu Dinghao - Plot twist - You’re in a school play as snow white but the prince is not your love interest ; bulleted

Lu Dinghao- Soulmate Disaster - Soulmates with your brother’s friend?; bulleted

Han Mubo - She hates the cold - The school president finds out your secret. When will you find out his? ; bulleted

Han Mubo - The Landlord's Son - You wished you did not have to deal with an arrogant man but he wasn’t that bad either; bulleted

Li Yingchao - Wifi Disconnected - You met the most unexpected person on an online forum. Is it time to delete that site from your history?; bulleted

Li Yingchao - Balcony Romance - New neighbor came while you were at your downest moment, how will that be?; bulleted

Zhu Yuntian - Exchange of Favors - You happened to be in trouble and you asked for Yunyi’s help? Yuntian comes to the rescue instead! ; written

Zhu Yuntian - Exchange of Favors [SERIES] - Why am I making another series that I take too long to update. Anyway, I love the Zhu twins.

Ding Zeren - Precision Zero - Zeren is pretty mucplans with precision and accuracy, except when it comes to you; bulleted

Hu Zhibang - Loud Thoughts - Sometimes the quietest people have the loudest minds; written.

Li Xikan - The Lady Killer - Is there a murdered on the loose or is it something else?; written

Qin Fen - My Shy Fiance - Being arranged to marry a complete stranger sucks! Or does it?; bulleted

Zheng Ruibin - Death’s Heir - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 - Death has a son? He’s against his own father?! ; written trilogy.

Zhu Xingjie - It takes 4 hours to bake a cake - Xingjie wants you to go out on a date with him..but with one codition!; bulleted drabble

Huang Xinchun - My Chinese Boyfriend - The shy member of NEX7 is in a relationship with a foreign girl?; bulleted

Bi Wenjun - The Best Man - You have to attend the weding and the best man just happened to be really attractive; bulleted

Bei Honglin - Unplayed Melody - Your heated competition with Honglin has a reason behind it; bulleted

Zhou Rui - Exigent - You get recruited as a model by a high fashion designed!; bulleted

Yue Yue - Love Tour - Your on a trip to scotland? or are you taking a trip to Yue Yue’s heart?; bulleted

Jeffrey Tung - Heart Jockey - You don’t think being a disc jockey requires much skill. Jeffrey proves you otherwise; bulleted

Li Rang - His Tinkerbell - You recently got haircut and is nervous about your boyfriend reacting to it; bulleted

Lou Zibo - The Harvest - It’s harvest season and there is a competition between you and Zibo!; bulleted

Wang Yilong - Soul Catcher - You’re an aspiring reaper but can you handle the stress that comes with it?; bulleted

Bu Fan - Wines and Truths - They say a drunk person can be truthful? Are you sure?; bulleted

Lou Zheng - Incognito - You had to pretend to be someone else because of some reason. What could that be?; bulleted

Lin Chaoze - Greatest Gift - It’s your birthday and your boyfriend is in panic!; bulleted

Mu Ziyang - Stay in Tune - Why does teacher Ziyang have such a bad reputation?; bulleted

Mu Ziyang - Hiemal- Where you try to fix your doings in the past life and you meet a prince ; bulleted

Li Quanzhe - A Cute Curse - There are just some cute things he deserves; bulleted

Gao Maotong - Nictitate - Somethings just start with a simple wink; bulleted

Zhu Xingjie - Pink Plethora - In which Xingjie unexpectedly likes the same color as you; bulleted

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K-POP

Stray Kids

Minho - Did you predict that? - Your best friend Minho is second guessing your intuition, was he right all along? ; bulleted

Minho - It's snowing - Part two of did you predict that? Some things have changed between the two of you; bulleted

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NCT

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X1 + Produce X 101

Kim Yohan - 7 Minute Halloween - You got dragged into going into a halloween party by your best friends? Wait, we’re playing a game? This can’t be good..

♡ Games

Fate Game - Nine Percent as Boyfriends

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - School Edition - Part 1 (epilepsy trigger warning)

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - School Edition - Part 2 (epilepsy trigger warning)

Nine Percent - Screenshot Game - Boyfriend Things (epilepsy trigger warning)

Idol Producer - Birthday Chart - Top 35 Mix

Astrology Compatibility - Idol Producer

Nine Percent Fortune - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

Awaken-F Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

NEX7 - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

ONER - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

Gramarie Boys - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

Christmas with Nine Percent - Screenshot Game (epilepsy trigger warning)

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